Blind Date?

Last night's banquet ended smoothly. Not many people stayed overnight at Oak Spring Farm. Most of the Old Money crowd took private planes or helicopters home; there was a small airport and a helicopter landing pad near Oak Spring Farm.

As for the young creators who could only travel by car or be driven to the airport by Mellon family servants, they could only spend the night at a hotel near the airport or catch a red-eye flight.

Henry, who had stayed behind, had plenty of free time. There was no need for him to worry about this old grandmother, Katharine Hepburn, here. The Mellon family's servants were exceptionally attentive. Not only were they professionally trained, but some of them even held relevant medical care certifications.

Early in the morning, Givenchy, who had also stayed at the farm, wore sportswear and jogged around the beautiful garden courtyard.

Most of the exhibits were still displayed on their stands, with only a few antique paintings taken down. Since the exhibition had been held outdoors and illuminated throughout the night, it had not been particularly kind to these old objects with such long histories.

After being cared for and inspected by experts to confirm that there were no issues, these antiques would be sealed away again and returned to their original owners.

As for the Projection Crystal, Rachel Lambert was examining the furnishings inside the house, considering where it would be most appropriate to place it. Though she had not completely emerged from the grief of losing her husband, her mood had indeed improved considerably.

Katharine Hepburn stayed beside her old friend, offering suggestions from time to time.

Any woman who could make it in Hollywood, even without a natural gift for fashion, would have developed one after so many years of experience.