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Chapter Eighteen

Emma pov

 

"Tristan, I've been asking a million times where the hell are we going?" I asked him annoyed.

"We're almost there stop sounding like a kid." He told me.

The kid I really was I pouted and looked out the window.

A few minutes later we finally stopped. Thank God.

We stopped outside what looked like an art museum. I was confused as to why he will take me there, after that long drive I thought it would have been somewhere more amusing.

Tristan saw the confusion on my face and said to just come with him upstairs, so I did.

We went inside and to my surprise, it was indeed an art museum. 

"You like it? This art museum is for artists that the big companies refuse to recognise. Such talent they have." Tristan said.

I looked at them in amusement. They were all gorgeous. The talent of those artists was amazing, those companies were really missing out on true talent.
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