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Chapter 10

Paris did not consider herself lucky.

Ever.

Drat it! She did not even believe about lucky charms, everything must be purely out of destiny.

Yet, what happen to her, well to them actually was a tinge of luck. The museum opened at 10 am but they were merely there thirty minutes past the hour. Paris was about to back out upon seeing tons of people lining up to enter the museum but Isaiah stopped her. He said that they could get in right away. Heck, they did even have a slight of argument that they would reach the entrance past noon most probably. But what Isaiah and to her ignorance on how he did it, they got in without taking the precious long line. Well, that made her shut her mouth.

"Ice," she said, "I am properly asking you how did we get in?"

Isaiah's face jolted to look at her. "You did asked me about that several times since we got inside the museum."

"I just wanted to know how did you get VIP passes," she said, her lips pouting.

"I'm quite sure that I have told you to consider it as a gift," he reminded her, "Just don't worry about it. I haven't got it in an illegal way.

"I did not mean to say that you got in an illegal way."

"You're quite a stubborn lass," he said flouncing her hair.

Paris remained silent and just crossed her arms

"It was a gift from a friend."

Isaiah pulled her closer to him by her shoulders. "Trust me"

Paris allowed herself being pulled by him. She had no urge to start an argument or bicker with him again. Whether he may or he may not be telling the entire truth to her, she is still grateful to him for his efforts and time.

For once, Paris hated to admit something to herself but right now, she honestly and wholeheartedly accepted to herself that she is definitely lucky for having Isaiah on her side during her tour in Paris. She was not half way yet but she felt obliged to admit that indeed she is lucky. Perhaps she should thank him later.

"I noticed your change of mood. You were like a happy  bird inside and now, I don't know, you look like you are scheming something." Isaiah commented to her.

Paris waved the comment away.

"Do I look hilarious inside? It did seemed that I was out of character at the time," she said, "Who wouldn't be fascinated about them? They're like real animals moving yet frozen in time. You have seen the dodo bird pointing its beak with pride," she giggled.

"I thought you would be bored by just merely looking at them, not moving. I could just bring you to a real zoo," he suggested.

"Are you kidding me?" Disbelief appeared in her face. "I am perfectly satisfied by what I saw earlier. There's nothing like that in London."

"London's museum is different. They usually focuses on the architecture and interior designs on the opera houses."

Paris nodded her head in agreement.

"True! I am sometimes unsure if I am in an opera house or in a museum."

"And here in Paris more like, natural and realistic," Isaiah added.

"I know! It's majestic to see stuffed animals that looks real and not to mention the prehistoric part of the museum.  Were those bones artificial or true fossils?" she wondered and looked up for his answer.

"I heard some were true," he said.

"Think we should get something to eat?" Paris asked, looking down to her town and rubbed it. "I'm starting to feel a bit peckish here."