The cocktail party of the nobles always lasts for a long time. After Anno and Lorenzo had negotiated business, they walked out of the room and went to find their friends separately.
After laughing and talking to other high-ranking people who are familiar or unfamiliar, Anno discovered another acquaintance, that is his senior brother, Botticelli.
Botticelli's level is considered to be the upper-middle in Verocchio Studio, second only to the famous Anno. As for Gilandao and Perugino, his level is comparable to that of Botticelli and Credi, his qualifications are more mediocre, and he can only take orders from small nobles and civilians.
As for Leonardo, he is still studying, and he chooses to focus on oil painting and sketching.
After chatting with Botticelli, a familiar senior brother, Anno learned that being invited by Lorenzo to attend the cocktail party he hosted was basically recognizing your status.
After parting with Botticelli, Anno suddenly caught a glimpse of a burgundy red color.
It seems to be... some acquaintance?
Annuo recalled that among the people he knew, there seemed to be one with burgundy hair.
He followed, trying to see if he knew the person he knew.
But in the end, the burgundy red color that looked like a stunning romance disappeared from Annuo's sight.
Annuo sighed, gave up searching, and turned around and left.
On the terrace on the second floor, a woman with long burgundy hair looked up at the completely dark night sky, not knowing what she was thinking.
............
The next day, Anno got up very early, and he was going to rush to Lorenzo's court to draw the portrait first, and then design the plan for the bronze statue.
But Annuo just opened the studio door and wanted to go out, he seemed to feel something crashing into his arms.
He hurriedly let go.
Um?
A pair of eyes that looked like moonlight in the deep sky met Annuo's eyes.
"Ah, sorry, this lady." Annuo quickly took two steps back and bowed very naturally.
"It's okay." The woman patted the hem of her skirt, and was also very polite and had a regular smile.
Annuo breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, and finally saw the whole picture of the woman.
The burgundy waves, like a waterfall, were not tied up, and were fluffy scattered behind them.
Wearing a decent dress, the whole body is light colored in white, and a pair of leather boots.
A gentle and polite smile on her face, the most eye-catching eyes, which were like the starry sky, comparable to the bright moon.
Halle Baharguli Orwis.
Anno remembered the name of this woman, the name of the woman who gave her great help.
"You are... Miss Halle?" Anno spoke tentatively.
Harley nodded: "Hello, dear Mr. Lawrence, I didn't expect you to remember my name."
"Your hair color is so rare, and the impression must be deeper." Anno smiled embarrassedly and politely, "Is there anything wrong with Miss Harley coming to our studio?"
But Harley didn't answer, but just looked around the room: "Don't you invite me in and sit?"
Annuo laughed: "I was rude, please come in." As he said that, he made way for Harley to get out of the position.
When Harley walked in, he came to the gate of the yard and found his groom: "Please inform Mr. Lorenzo, I'll go there later."
"Okay, Mr. Lawrence." The groom stepped down respectfully.
Chapter completed!