Kwon Yuri would be considered wealthy under any other circumstances. But at Shinwa Academy, a school for rich kids, she's just a commoner. The academy has high expectations regarding wealth and appearance (not academics), which she lacks. Yet Yuri w...
"That was good," I said, holding onto Wonho's hand as we walked out of the cafe. The sun was high in the sky, it was probably noon.
The energy that I initially had was sort of drained, my carpe diem disposition shattered.
"Do you want to go to an art museum?" Wonho suggested.
I caught a glimpse of Shownu and Harin, leaving the cafe shortly after us. They walked down the street, Harin's arms wrapped firmly around Shownu's forearm.
"Yuri?"
Finally, I tore my gaze away from the newlyweds. Then I turned to Wonho and smiled, "Yeah, let's go."
He hailed a cab, and said something to the driver, "Au Musée Jacquemart-André, s'il vous plaît."
I hoped that, throughout this trip, I'd hear Wonho speaking French more and more. In the words of Paris Hilton: that's hot.
The driver immediately understood, and we were whisked through French traffic.
Everything in Paris was beautiful, clouded by my rose tinted glasses. Although a grey cloud followed me, I was still happy for this vacation to continue.
The museum in question was stunning.
When we got out of the taxi, I was itching to get inside. If the architecture outside was this pretty, then I couldn't imagine how beautiful the inside would be.
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Once we were out of the taxi, I was practically dragging Wonho towards the entrance.
"Woah, you're excited," he laughed, stopping to hold my hand. He intertwined our fingers before saying, "Okay, let's go."
A smile ghosted my lips as I looked down at our hands. Mine looked so small in his. My gaze followed the veins on his buff arms. I only looked away when he started walking.
The Jacquemart-André Museum.
As soon as we stepped into the building, the atmosphere changed. The air became lovelier, almost lighter. Like most art museums, it was very quiet. Chatter became a murmur, as everyone was busy admiring the works of art.
Wonho's grip on my hand felt tighter while we were walking through the museum. We paused at every piece of art, trying to analyze the meaning.
Each room was stunning, architecturally.
One room that particularly caught my eye had pink walls with white moulding. Paintings hung on the wall, with sculptures laid out.
It would perhaps be my favorite museum I ever visited.
We turned the corner into the last room. It immediately took my breath away.
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