Daniela didn't know that someone had been sent down from upstairs to find her. All around her were exclamations of admiration for the embroidery and paintings.

She listened, feeling a little excited herself. After all, she was the artist, and naturally felt happy to see her work being so highly praised.

Antonia was listening to the chatter too. Glancing at Daniela's slightly upturned lips, she couldn't help but sneer coldly. Turning to Daniela, she asked, "I remember you're a painter too. When will you create a piece as breathtaking as this one, and let me open my eyes?"

Several people surrounded her, men in suits and ties, women dressed in sharp attire. There were a number of people coming over to report work to them, they seemed to be in high positions.

Daniela didn't know why they were with Antonia.

Hearing Antonia's words, they all turned to look at Daniela.

Daniela: …

What was she supposed to say?

She wasn't a high-profile person, and she wasn't interested in claiming the paintings in front of everyone.

However, she couldn't let Antonia get away with this.

Daniela smiled and said, "Opening your eyes isn't necessary. After all, Mrs. Romero, you haven't had much contact with landscape paintings. I'm afraid you might not understand."

As soon as she finished speaking, someone beside her immediately expressed dissatisfaction.

A woman about Antonia's age, with slightly droopy corners of her mouth, looking a bit mean, spoke up, "Child, how dare you speak to your elders like that?"

Antonia laughed and stopped the woman, saying, "What are you arguing with a child for?"

She glanced at Daniela and then laughed again, "She's pregnant, I always give way to her. After all, pregnant women are the most important, right?"

The woman, upon hearing this, didn't know what she thought of, and her face immediately turned dark. "Nowadays, young people are too delicate."

"It's just carrying a child. Which woman doesn't carry a child? Why is she so delicate?"

Daniela: ???

Daniela took a good look at the woman in front of her and sincerely asked, "Auntie, has your daughter-in-law given birth?"

The disgust and impatience on her face were so real.

The woman froze for a moment and subconsciously replied, "Not yet. Only four months…"

She realized her mistake and snapped, "What does it have to do with you? And who are you calling Auntie!"

Daniela nodded understandingly and said calmly, "If you want to be picky about your daughter-in-law, go home and be picky. I'm not your daughter-in-law."

She looked at Antonia and added, "And I'm not your daughter-in-law either. If there was someone to be your daughter-in-law, it wouldn't be me."

The smile on Antonia's face almost disappeared.

The mean woman became furious, pointing at Daniela and saying, "You're so rude!"

"I think Mrs. Romero is right, you just can't paint a good work, so you're changing the subject!"

She spoke loudly, attracting everyone's attention.

The other few people around them couldn't help but frown.

It was quite embarrassing to argue with a junior in public.

Antonia smiled and pulled on the woman's arm, "I told you, don't argue with her, she's just a little girl."

"It's my fault, I know young people are thin-skinned, and I still joked with her."

"Daniela, I'm not asking you to paint a masterpiece like the one on stage." She looked at Daniela and smiled kindly, "You're still young, you're far from a master, we all know that. Don't feel pressured."

The woman couldn't hold back, rolling her eyes, "You're too kind-hearted. Look at how the young people in your family are trying to climb over your head."

"In my opinion, with her personality, I doubt she'll ever achieve the status of a master."

They judged freely, not at all thinking they were being mean.

Finally, someone couldn't take it anymore and said, "Alright, that's enough."

The person looked at Daniela and kindly advised, "It's okay if you can't become a master, after all, who among us can compare to a master? But everyone is the best version of themselves. You don't need to feel inferior."

Daniela: …