Chapter 185
Iris
“Careful, step up here,” Arthur murmurs, his hand firm on my lower back as he guides me forward.
The blindfold is soft against my face, blocking out all light. I’ve been wearing it since we got in the car twenty minutes ago, and my curiosity is killing me. Where on earth is Arthur taking me?
“Another step,” he says. “We’re almost there.”
I can tell we’re indoors now. The air feels different–cooler quieter. My heels click against what sounds like marble flooring.
“Okay, stop here.” I feel his fingers at the back of my head, intying the blindfold. It falls away, and I blink as my eyes adjust to the light.
“Oh, Arthur,” I breathe.
We’re standing in the grand entrance hall of the Ordan National Art Museum–the most prestigious art
institution in the country. Marble columns soar toward a vaulted ceiling painted with intricate murals. A sweeping staircase curves upward before us.
And not another soul is in sight.
“Where is everyone?” I ask, turning in a slow circle. The museum should be packed with visitors, even at this hour.
Arthur’s smile is proud, “I rented it. The whole thing. Just for us.”
“You… what?” I stare at him. “You rented the entire museum?”
He nods. “For the whole evening. No cameras, no press, no other visitors. Just you and me and som greatest artwork in the world.”
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I’m speechless. The Ordan National Art Museum houses masterpieces from across centuries and continents. Getting a private viewing is virtually impossible, even for the wealthy and connected. For Arthur to arrange this…. “How did you…” I trail off, still processing.
“Being Alpha President has to have some perks,” he says with a wink, looping his arm through mine. “Do you like it?”
“Like it?” I let out a disbelieving laugh. “Arthur, this is… this is the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me. Thank you.”
“Where should we start?” Arthur asks, gesturing to the museum.
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