Chapter: 1594

This was Matteo's usual spot for practicing calligraphy. Seeing the setup, Rodrigo felt compelled to scribble a few characters.

Norah chuckled. "I imagine your usual writing must be even more impressive. Even if it's slightly rusty, it doesn't diminish its beauty. It reminds me of a virtuoso's work."

Rodrigo beamed at the compliment. "I just wrote them casually; they don't deserve such high praise."

Sean had noticed that whenever Norah aimed to compliment someone, she always managed to make them very happy.

His entire family had succumbed to Norah's charm.

Descending the stairs hand in hand with Kayla, Matteo remarked, "It seems you have a keen insight into calligraphy. Would you like to demonstrate your skills, Norah?"

Calligraphy had the power to uplift the spirit and calm the mind when one felt restless. Matteo himself was devoted to the art, having apprenticed under a master to refine his skill.

He enjoyed calligraphy as a casual hobby, unlike Norah, who used flattery to delight Rodrigo, a contrast to his more earnest approach.

If Norah were aware of Matteo's thoughts, she would likely find them amusing. Her admiration for Rodrigo's calligraphy was genuine; even compared to masters, his writing held its own.

Sean smiled and asked, "Honey, want to have a try? It's fine if you don't want to do that."

Calligraphy is a skill typically honed from childhood, not easily mastered overnight. A person's handwriting can leave a strong impression.

He was curious about her penmanship. Norah's smile was confident. "Well, I'll give it a try."

Eager to see her write, the Scott family watched intently. Susanna set up a camera, ready to record the moment and share it with Joanna.

Norah approached the table with elegance.

The pen, ink, and paper before her were of the highest quality. As she inhaled, a faint, pleasant scent of ink filled the air. She inspected the pen closely.

It was crafted from metal, and its nib was golden—a pen worth at least ten thousand.

Amazed, she silently marveled at using such exquisite tools for the first time. She selected a piece of fine paper, laid it flat on the table, and weighed it down with her phone. After a moment of thought, she decided to write down Shakespeare's Sonnet 18.

With focused eyes, she raised her right hand and swiftly penned the characters onto the paper.

Upon finishing, she reviewed her work and nodded in satisfaction.

Although it had been some time since she last practiced, her skills were intact, making the task seem effortless.

Matteo and Rodrigo crowded around, both expressing admiration when they saw the writing.

Rodrigo inquired, "Norah, who taught you this calligraphy? It's beautiful."

Matteo chimed in, "This doesn't look like the work of a novice. Were you trained by a master? Your style reminds me of a-master from Glophia."

Caught off guard by their sharp observation, Norah nodded. "Yes, I was fortunate enough to study briefly under Waldo Blake, a renowned master of calligraphy."