❛ but surely for everything you have to love you have to pay some price ❜
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SOMERSET HOUSE WAS THE LOCATION THAT MEMBERS OF THE TON WENT TO IMMERSE THEMSELVES WITHIN THE WORLD OF BEAUTIFUL ART. Without art, the crudeness of reality would make the world unbearable. Artists are people driven by the tension between the desire to communicate and the desire to hide. It was for this very reason that Calliope seemed to spend hours staring at a new piece of art trying to dissect the hidden meaning and truths behind it.
Calliope could barely contain her excitement that Somerset house had recently opened a new wing filled with enchanting pieces of art. The eldest Bridgeton daughter managed to convince her mother that her youngest sibling to learn from this experience than from what their tutors and governess would teach them in a day.
Beautiful paintings with elegant paint strokes hung on the tall walls of the house, no empty space was left on the walls, the golden pictures organized in an ornate layout that drew her eyes to the most intricate of the paintings. The beauty of art has so much more to do with the frame than the artwork itself. The frame is what draws her attention to the piece in the beginning, a beautiful frame could case one of the worst works of art.
Calliope thought that it was an adept metaphor of the illusion that a human's appearance can play on the people around them. Beauty isn't a measurement of a person's quality.
"I suspect that you are in your happy place now, Benny." Calliope smiled as she held onto her second eldest brother's arm, stopping to stare up at the painting that drew his attention.
"Don't call me that, Calliope." Benedict said sternly with a hint of humour in his tone.
"You look like such a cute pouty puppy when I call you it though." Calliope said with a small smug smirk laced on her features until one of seriousness overtook her features. "You can't lie in paintings can you?"
"What do you mean Callie?" Benedicts asked warily.
Calliope turned from her brother as she turned to stare up at the painting and become enchanted by the way the color's seamlessly intertwined. "Because you cannot hide from yourself."
"You have an odd way of looking at the world Calliope." Benedict said simply not as an insult because he often marveled at how she saw the world, he wondered if they would all be better off if they thought the same as her.
"I think that if you are born an original work of art." Calliope said simply as she took a glass of champagne that was being carried by a servant who weaved undetected through the members of the ton. "You should stay original."
"Did you seriously just call yourself a work of art?"
"Yes." Calliope said simply as they moved to another piece, in yet another ornate golden frame. "If I am a piece of art then that makes all of us Bridgerton's works of art because we all came from the same design and mold."
