Huston Cultural Center.
Today was the fourth day of Grace Neumann's art exhibition.
The buzz had pretty much died down, and there weren't a lot of visitors left.
But the moment Grace leaked the news that Mr Quinn was coming to visit, the place was packed wall to wall.
The who's who of Huston's art, news, and media circles were all there!
Honestly, they weren't coming out of respect for Grace—they were all here for the Quinn family name.
Mrs. Varley still hadn't revealed her identity, but standing on the side, watching the lively scene, she was all smiles, looking proud as if she'd won the lottery.
"So Miss Neumann is your daughter, Mrs. Varley?" Sarah Sullivan asked knowingly from the side.
She was baiting her, digging a pit for her dear mother-in-law.
"She's not my daughter—I only have one son." Mrs. Varley, totally clueless that she'd taken the bait, replied to Sarah in her disguised form.
