I got so engrossed in meeting other phenomenal people that I finally understood why New York is called the home of art after Italy and France.
In my pursuit of new experiences and meeting new people, I found myself in Houston for a gallery opening.
"Alice!" I heard my name from across the room. A male figure headed toward me, and as he got closer, I realized it was Liam.
"What a surprise," he said, extending his arms for an embrace, which I gladly returned.
"Liam, I wasn’t expecting to see you here."
"Really? And why is that?"
We walked together in sync. "Didn't think this would be your kind of scene."
"Oh, really? Now I’m offended," he said, feigning mock pain.
I smiled. "I know you know exactly what I mean." I stopped, drawn to a replica painting from 1986, titled *The Veil*.
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