Daphne’s POV
Miles and I walk side by side through the museum, but we don’t look like a couple. We barely even look like acquaintances—just two people walking in the same direction. He hasn’t met my eyes once, and I know exactly why. Is he still mad about that picture? That would be ridiculous.
“Come this way,” a worker says, leading us deeper inside.
The artifacts seem unreal, each sculpture and painting more intricate than the last. The artists must have poured their souls into these. As I take it all in, a thought strikes me—Reynold and I have never actually gone on a real date. It never mattered before, but now, standing here, I realize how much we’ve missed. I’ll make sure we do more couple things in the future.
Miles lets out a sigh. “Aren’t you bored?” His voice finally breaks t
