Veronica's POV
Jeff escorted Elder Philip and his family deeper into the gallery's inner sanctum. An open area spread before us, dotted with elegant tables. The supposed Master O'Donavan held court there, surrounded by a cluster of eager guests clearly captivated by his presence.
"Meet Master O'Donavan!" Jeff stepped forward, making the introductions with practiced ease.
"Master O'Donavan, I'd like you to meet the celebrated realist artist Mr. Philip. He's here specifically to make your acquaintance."
Drawing closer, I got my first clear look at the artist. Young but mature, wild hair cascading past his shoulders, a thick beard framing his face—the classic tortured artist aesthetic down to the last detail.
The curator's words sparked immediate interest. O'Donavan extended his hand toward Baker Philip with enthusiasm.
"Baker Philip! The legendary elder artist himself! What an honor!"
