Chapter 82 The Tour

• The air inside the Metropolitan Museum was hushed, steeped in history and quiet reverence. It felt like stepping into another world, one where time moved slowly and beauty demanded silence. Nina’s eyes widened as they entered, her gaze flitting from the grand marble columns to the intricate frescoes painted high above. The faint echo of footsteps followed them through the cavernous hall, mingling with the faint scent of varnished wood and old stone.
• Darren followed just a step behind her, his hand brushing against hers every so often, never clinging, just reminding her that he was there.
• “Wow,” Nina breathed, stopping in the center of the main hall. “It’s… incredible. I’ve never seen anything like this.”