Ally’s POV
"Who was she?" I breathed, my eyes refusing to let the painting in front of me.
True to his words, the first place we'd gone to when we stepped out of the house was the Royal museum. Although It'd been a short walk, my body, especially my hand which Aiden had held until we entered the gallery still tingled.
Now, as I looked at the portrait of a woman, her red hair down, eyes closed and her head up, revealing her divine neck, a simple signature of Zachary's initials ingrained at the bottom of the painting, I envied her.
I wanted to be her. Wanted to be his muse. Wanted him to paint me, though I'd never be bold enough to say it out loud.
"My first love."
I turned to look at him, needing to see his face after that declaration. I found nothing, just a man who sta
