“Let me ask you something. What sets these two paintings apart?"

Doreen wasn't well-versed in art, but she wasn't about to reveal her lack of knowledge in front of them.

“In my opinion, the painting you're holding is way prettier than the one on the wall."

The wall painting had a bold color, but Deanna‘s Rococo-style picture in her hand was way more exquisite.

Most people, especially girls, tended to prefer Rococo-style paintings.

Deanna's eyes gleamed with a sly glint.

“Oh, really? What makes you think this one's better? How did the painter feel while creating it, and what message were they trying to convey?"

She fired off a string of questions, assertive as ever.

Doreen felt a blush creep up her cheeks; she had no answers to offer.

“What are you trying to say?"

‘m saying that the ‘not-so-beautiful' painting was done by Keegan, while the ‘beautiful’ one was painted by me. Look, you don't know art.

You and Keegan have nothing in common," Deanna said as she put away the painting, giving Keegan a quick glance.

“And another thing, artists always got refined taste. I reckon Keegan's into classy and sophisticated girls, not the hot and sexy ones," she added.

Keegan nearly choked on her words.

He coughed and couldn't help but burst into Laughter.

Sure, the girl was a bit spoiled, but she sure had her charm.

Doreen's expression changed.

... in her hand was way more exquisite.

Most people, especially girls, tended to prefer Rococo-style paintings.

Deanna's eyes gleamed with a sly glint.

“Oh, really? What makes you think this one's better? How did the painter feel while creating it, and what message were they trying to convey?"

She fired off a string of questions, assertive as ever.