Chapter 354: Donna Russo Stomped Her Foot Irritably

"This place doesn't even have a water vendor. Just wall-to-wall people!" Donna Russo stomped her foot irritably, the crowded exhibition hall making her skin crawl.

"Let's go. We need to get out of here—" Catherine Holloway started to turn when her peripheral vision caught a familiar figure.

Clara Whitmore stood shoulder-to-shoulder with Sloane Bennett, accompanied by a middle-aged couple.

The man was photographing artifacts in the display case while the woman leaned close to examine them through the glass. Catherine squinted—the woman's delicate features mirrored Clara's perfectly.

"The craftsmanship on this beaded vestment is extraordinary..." Daniel Whitmore marveled as he snapped pictures. "Look at these patterns and color combinations. It's pure artistry."

This was their second visit. Daniel remained enthralled.

An elderly tour group clustered around them. The guide grinned. "Young man, you're quite knowledgeable. Could you share some insights?"

Daniel obliged cheerfully. He didn't just recite exhibit descriptions—he supplemented with expert commentary:

"Beaded vestments often featured ivory, gold, and gemstone embellishments. They were ceremonial garments for temple statues in Auric dynasty palaces..."

"According to 'Research on Imperial Ceremonial Robes,' the Royal Weaving Bureau produced seventeen multicolored sets during Emperor Aldric's reign..."

More visitors gathered. When he finished, enthusiastic applause broke out.

"Sir, could you tell us about this phoenix crown?" A young man pointed to the adjacent display.

Daniel adjusted his glasses. "This ceremonial crown belonged to Empress Celestine from the late Dean dynasty. It was excavated from Everrest Mausoleum. Observe the filigree and pearl craftsmanship..."

A tourist flipped through the exhibition booklet. "Every detail is accurate! Are you a history professor?"

"I teach physics." Daniel chuckled, waving a dismissive hand.

The crowd erupted.

"A physics teacher with this much historical knowledge? Incredible!"

"Must be a homeroom teacher—they know everything!"

Sloane teased from the sidelines: "Uncle, you're amazing! And Auntie is stunning!"

All eyes turned to Helen Whitmore. She stood gracefully beside her husband, radiating quiet elegance.

Catherine lingered at the periphery, watching Daniel hold court as awed murmurs rippled through the audience.

She glanced back at Donna and her son impatiently urging her to leave. An inexplicable bitterness welled up in her chest.

The contrast couldn't have been starker.