Chapter 10
I was amazed when I stumbled upon an art gallery that resembled a museum I had seen in pictures, located in the grand warehouse owned by the Alegre family. The building was imposing and elegant, its classical architecture exuding wealth and refinement.
People were flowing in and out of the place, and just as Gabriel had said, it seemed impossible for me to get inside. The individuals entering looked wealthy and sophisticated; their clothes, their bearing, even the way they walked suggested they belonged to a world I had never been part of.
Gabriel had mentioned that only select individuals could see the inside of the museum. This wasn’t just any public gallery—it was clearly an exclusive establishment that catered to a very specific clientele.
I kept peeking at the museum entrance until a guard approached me, his expression professional but suspicious.
“Do you have an appointment, miss?” he asked in English, his tone polite yet firm.
I stopped, confusion washing over me. Wh
