used to transport myself to the location as it's not close. Due to my busy schedule, I had only attended a few art exhibitions in the past, although I found art intriguing. Eac

sound echoing through the street. A few couples strolled hand in hand along the sidewalk, engaged in whispered conversations. Elias awaited me outside the small building, and upon seeing me, he chuckled and gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Well, don't you look stunning?" he remarked, teasingly adding, "That low v-neck gives you a bit of a scandalous look." I playfully swatted him away. "Where's Adrian?" I eagerly inquired, my eyes searching for him beyond the open door. "He's inside," he replied with a smile. "Come on, let's go." I took his hand, and he led me into the crowded room, guiding me through the throngs of peopl

ng my eyes in delight. "This is the best champagne I've ever had." "Adrian always insists on having

s convey different emotions, by the way," he added, nodding towards the artwork. Taking

an the last, pulling me deeper into contemplation as I tried to identify the emotion portrayed. The colours used were soft and almost creamy, evoking a sense of peace, while the expressions on the models' faces truly conveyed the intended emotion. The paintings appeared delicately executed, as if the artist had invested significant time and effort into each one. It seemed that t

d gentleness. It was as if a painting had come to life, existing in the real world instead of on a canvas. Words were insufficient to describe his beauty, leaving me speechless. His green eyes seemed to delve into my soul, observing my every move and scanning my body, leaving me with a weight on my chest. A small smile formed on his li

was blank, overwhel

ed, shifting their attentio

fort and thought into each piece, effectively conveying emotions. I feel like I could gaze at them for days just to grasp their full meaning." The

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