4 days later
*Anaïs*
I stare at the blank paper, as if doing it will make a drawing to spring forth on its own. I’m at the Louvre, in one of the sculpture halls, one of my favorite places in the world. What I am trying to do is a drawing for my art class, but the empty pages only seem to mock me.
None of the art that I usually adore speaks to me today, and the fact that my thoughts keep slipping to the masked ball, the Marque, or Griff… I am not sure what to call him, and our waltz doesn’t help.
With a sigh, I rise from my seat and begin to wander through the museum, seeking the art that will inspire me. My steps echo through the vast halls as my eyes search for that elusive spark. I move from room to room, brushing past other visitors, feeling the weight of my own expectations.
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