Chapter 27 : The Object of My Desire

*Lily*

William took my hand in his, and we climbed another marble staircase. We passed a museum worker who nodded to William. I smiled at him, wondering what I ever did to deserve his adoration.

“William, how?” I spun around, taking in everything I loved about this museum, which was literally one of my favorite places on Earth. “How did you know? Degas, Monet, Boudin, all my absolute favorites are here! It’s one of the most famous museums in the world.”

“You don’t say?”

We toured all my favorite galleries, and I pointed out what I loved about Edgar Degas’ The Dance Class.

“He’s a French Impressionist known for his ballerinas.” I felt like twirling around the room. “He painted over six hundred ballet scenes. He said natural light was too easy and criticized painters who painted outdoors. And here Vermeer was called the Master of Light.”

“How do you know all this?”

“I soaked it all in during school,” I said. “And you know, Pollock painted on the floor so he could apply the