Blind Sculptor's 'Trash' Reveals A Diamond Worth More Than His Soul!
Previously: A ruthless art dealer mocks a blind sculptor, tossing cash for a clay bust. But when he tries to steal it, a secret worth a king's ransom is revealed, changing everything.
An Unforeseen Defense
Enraged by the sculptor's quiet defiance, Damian lunged. His intention was clear: to snatch the bust, to destroy it, to assert his dominance. But Grace’s reflexes, honed by a lifetime of navigating a world unseen, were lightning fast. As he reached for the sculpture, her clay-crusted fingers shot up, clamping onto his wrist with an iron grip.
"Let go, you blind beggar!" Damian grunted, his voice choked with fury.
The violent torque of his attempted snatch and her unyielding counter-grip caused the brittle terracotta exterior of the bust to fracture. It wasn't a clean break; it was an explosive, audible ceramic crack. Thick shards of the rough outer clay sheared away, raining down onto the mirror-polished Carrara marble floor with resonant clatters. The sound cut through the polite hum of the ballroom, drawing startled glances from the high-society guests.
Grace held firm, her grip locking his forearm immobile. She breathed steadily through flared nostrils, her focus absolute. The destruction of the outer layer of her sculpture was painful, but her resolve only hardened. She felt the texture of his skin beneath her fingers, the pounding of his pulse, the sheer panic beginning to dawn in his grip.
As more of the dried clay crumbled away under the intense chandelier light, something impossible began to emerge from the sculpture's core. It wasn't more clay, or plaster, or any material Grace had used. It was a blinding, multifaceted brilliance. A deep, celestial blue began to shimmer, catching the light and refracting it into a thousand dazzling colors.
”A deep, celestial blue began to shimmer, catching the light and refracting it into a thousand dazzling colors.