Drinking parties among high-ranking nobles always lasted for a long time. After Anno and Lorenzo finished talking about business, they walked out of the room and went to find their friends.
After laughing and chatting with other acquaintances and strangers for a while, Anno once again discovered an acquaintance, that is, his senior brother, Botticelli.
Botticelli's level is considered to be above average in Verrocchio's studio, and his reputation is second only to the famous Anno. As for Ghirlandaio and Perugino, their level is about the same and they are closely chasing after Botticelli.
As for Creedy, his qualifications tend to be mediocre, and so far he can only take orders from minor nobles and common people.
As for Leonardo da Vinci, he was no less talented than Anno and is still learning. He chose to focus on oil painting and drawing.
After chatting with Botticelli, a familiar senior brother, Anno learned that being invited by Lorenzo to attend the cocktail party hosted by him basically recognized your status.
Separating from Botticelli, Anno suddenly caught a glimpse of wine red.
It seems like...an acquaintance?
An Nuo thought about it and realized that among the people he knew, there seemed to be someone with burgundy hair.
He followed him, wanting to see if it was the person he knew.
But in the end, that burgundy red color, which was like a startling dragon, disappeared from Annuo's sight.
An Nuo sighed, gave up searching, turned and left.
On the second floor terrace, a woman with long burgundy hair looked up at the darkened night sky, wondering what she was thinking.
............
The next day, Anno got up very early. He had to rush to Lorenzo's court to draw the portrait first and then design the bronze statue.
But just when Annuo opened the door of the studio and wanted to go out, he seemed to feel something bumping into his arms.
He let go hurriedly.
Um?
A pair of eyes that looked like moonlight in the deep sky met An Nuo's eyes.
"Ah, I'm sorry, miss." Annuo quickly took two steps back and bowed to apologize very naturally.
"It's okay." The woman patted the hem of her skirt and was very polite with a polite smile.
An Nuo breathed a sigh of relief, straightened up, and finally got a clear view of the woman.
The large burgundy-colored waves like a waterfall were not tied up, but fluffy and spread behind her.
Wearing a well-dressed dress, the whole body is mainly white in light colors, and a pair of leather boots.
She has a gentle and polite smile on her face, and the most eye-catching thing about her is her eyes, which are like stars in the sky and comparable to the bright moon.
Hali Baharguli Owais.
Annuo remembered the name of this woman, the name of this woman who had given him great help.
"Are you...Miss Harley?" Annuo asked tentatively.
Harley nodded: "Hello, dear Mr. Lawrence, I didn't expect you to still remember my name."
"Your hair color is so rare, so the impression must be deeper." Annuo said with an awkward but polite smile, "What's the matter with Ms. Harley coming to our studio?"
Harley did not answer, but just looked inside the room: "Won't you invite me in to sit down?"
An Nuo laughed: "I'm sorry, please come in." As he said that, he made way for Harley.
After Harry walked in, he came to the door of the yard and found his groom: "Please inform Mr. Lorenzo, I will go there later."
"Okay, Mr. Lawrence." The groom withdrew respectfully.