Fated reborn - Chapter 150: Chapter 150
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Luciano's POV
As we stepped out of the building, the warm sun hit my face, and I slipped on my shades. Victor followed closely behind me, his eyes scanning the parking lot. We reached my car, and I unlocked it with a click. I turned on the engine, and I took a quick glance in the rearview mirror, adjusting my tie.
"Next stop, the national art gallery," I said, catching Victor's gaze in the mirror. His eyebrows shot up, and I could sense his curiosity.
We hit the road, and I expertly navigated through the traffic. The national art gallery was a few miles away, a popular tourist spot that showcased the country's rich cultural heritage. As we drove, I couldn't help but think about the last time I visited the gallery.
Victor broke the silence, his voice low and smooth. "So, when was the last time you visited the art gallery?"
I paused, my mind racing back to my childhood. "I think it was when I was a kid... but I've passed by the gallery a lot on special occasions.
"Victor's eyes lit up with interest. "What's it like inside? I've heard it's amazing."
I smiled, my eyes locked on the road ahead. "It's breathtaking. The gallery has an incredible collection of artifacts and paintings. You'll love it."
As we approached the gallery, I could feel Victor's excitement building. I glanced over at him, and he was grinning from ear to ear.
"We're almost there," I said, turning into the gallery's parking lot.
Victor's eyes widened as he took in the stunning architecture of the building. "Wow, this place is incredible."
I chuckled, shutting off the engine. "Just wait until you see what's inside."
As we cruised down the highway, Victor's curiosity got the better of him. "I haven't been there once," Victor said with a calm voice.
I glanced over at him, a hint of a smile on my face. "Ok... you'll be there today, and you'll help pick some good paintings for the decoration of the pack house," I said.Victor nodded, his eyes drifting back to the scenery outside the window. "No problem... but you should have brought Lunawyn along... you know she has good sense for stuff like this."
"That's true... I'm very sure she hasn't even been here once," I said as my mind flashed back to my own first visit to the gallery. "Well, it's definitely an experience. The national art gallery is one of the best in the pack, and they have an incredible collection of art and artifacts."
Victor's eyes lit up with excitement. "That sounds amazing. I'm looking forward to it." The miles flew by, and before I knew it, we were approaching the outskirts of the city.
"Hey, Victor, look," I said, nodding towards the GPS screen. "We're about 20 minutes close to the gallery."
Victor grinned, rubbing his hands together in anticipation. "Alright, let's do this. I'm ready to be cultured."
Is that supposed to be funny? I thought and as we cruised down the highway, Victor's curiosity got the better of him. "So, Luciano, what's the plan for the art gallery? Are we meeting someone there?"
I glanced over at him, a hint of a smile on my face. "No, we're not meeting anyone. I just want to check out the new exhibit they have. I've heard great things about it."
Victor nodded, his eyes drifting back to the scenery outside the window. "Cool. I've never been to an art gallery before. What can I expect?"
I chuckled, remembering my own first visit to the gallery. "Well, it's definitely an experience. The national art gallery is one of the best in the country, and they have an incredible collection of art and artifacts."
Victor's eyes lit up with excitement. "That sounds amazing. I'm looking forward to it."
As we continued driving, the conversation flowed easily, and we chatted about everything from art to music to our favorite books. The miles flew by, and before I knew it, we were approaching the outskirts of the city.
"Hey, Victor, look," I said, nodding towards the GPS screen. "We're about 20 minutes away from the gallery."
Victor grinned, rubbing his hands together in anticipation. "Alright, let's do this. I'm ready to be cultured."
We arrived at the art gallery, a large building with a multicolored painting design.
"This is it!" I said with a satisfied look on my face. I turned to look at Victor, to see his expression, Wasn't what I was expecting, "So this is the art gallery?" He asked with sarcasm in his tone.
"Yes, it is... you may not like the outside, but trust me, the interior is breathtaking," I said with a reassuring smile before packing the car.
I came out of the car and straightened myself; Victor came out of the car and looked at the building.
I shrugged, seeing his unsatisfied expression. "Ok, let's go," I said and walked towards the exit door. Victor followed me and stopped beside me as I pushed the glass door.
My eyes widened in shock; most of the paintings had been changed. I tilted my head slowly to Victor; his expression was now gradually changing.
His folded hands were now dropped as he shoved them into his pocket. "You were not quite wrong," he said.I smirked, being satisfied with what he had just said.We walked towards a woman who stood behind a painting. "Hello ma'am, where is the trade section for this art gallery?" I asked,
She turned to gaze at me; her long brown hair swung across her shoulders. She was wearing a normal t-shirt and long pants.
"Good day, sir..." she replied. "Good day.... Where is the gallery trading section?" I asked again to make sure she heard me.
"Oh.... I'm here for a tour, and I just arrived..... but you can go ask that lady over there," she said, pointing to a small counter.
"Ok, thanks," I said in appreciation of her nice gesture.We walked towards the counter, and Victor couldn't look straight with his eyes turning in different directions in the room as he stared at the paintings and artifacts.
"Hello, miss.... Where is the trading section for this art gallery?"
As we stepped out of the building, the warm sun hit my face, and I slipped on my shades. Victor followed closely behind me, his eyes scanning the parking lot. We reached my car, and I unlocked it with a click. I turned on the engine, and I took a quick glance in the rearview mirror, adjusting my tie.
"Next stop, the national art gallery," I said, catching Victor's gaze in the mirror. His eyebrows shot up, and I could sense his curiosity.
We hit the road, and I expertly navigated through the traffic. The national art gallery was a few miles away, a popular tourist spot that showcased the country's rich cultural heritage. As we drove, I couldn't help but think about the last time I visited the gallery.
Victor broke the silence, his voice low and smooth. "So, when was the last time you visited the art gallery?"
I paused, my mind racing back to my childhood. "I think it was when I was a kid... but I've passed by the gallery a lot on special occasions.
"Victor's eyes lit up with interest. "What's it like inside? I've heard it's amazing."
I smiled, my eyes locked on the road ahead. "It's breathtaking. The gallery has an incredible collection of artifacts and paintings. You'll love it."
As we approached the gallery, I could feel Victor's excitement building. I glanced over at him, and he was grinning from ear to ear.
"We're almost there," I said, turning into the gallery's parking lot.
Victor's eyes widened as he took in the stunning architecture of the building. "Wow, this place is incredible."
I chuckled, shutting off the engine. "Just wait until you see what's inside."
As we cruised down the highway, Victor's curiosity got the better of him. "I haven't been there once," Victor said with a calm voice.
I glanced over at him, a hint of a smile on my face. "Ok... you'll be there today, and you'll help pick some good paintings for the decoration of the pack house," I said.Victor nodded, his eyes drifting back to the scenery outside the window. "No problem... but you should have brought Lunawyn along... you know she has good sense for stuff like this."
"That's true... I'm very sure she hasn't even been here once," I said as my mind flashed back to my own first visit to the gallery. "Well, it's definitely an experience. The national art gallery is one of the best in the pack, and they have an incredible collection of art and artifacts."
Victor's eyes lit up with excitement. "That sounds amazing. I'm looking forward to it." The miles flew by, and before I knew it, we were approaching the outskirts of the city.
"Hey, Victor, look," I said, nodding towards the GPS screen. "We're about 20 minutes close to the gallery."
Victor grinned, rubbing his hands together in anticipation. "Alright, let's do this. I'm ready to be cultured."
Is that supposed to be funny? I thought and as we cruised down the highway, Victor's curiosity got the better of him. "So, Luciano, what's the plan for the art gallery? Are we meeting someone there?"
I glanced over at him, a hint of a smile on my face. "No, we're not meeting anyone. I just want to check out the new exhibit they have. I've heard great things about it."
Victor nodded, his eyes drifting back to the scenery outside the window. "Cool. I've never been to an art gallery before. What can I expect?"
I chuckled, remembering my own first visit to the gallery. "Well, it's definitely an experience. The national art gallery is one of the best in the country, and they have an incredible collection of art and artifacts."
Victor's eyes lit up with excitement. "That sounds amazing. I'm looking forward to it."
As we continued driving, the conversation flowed easily, and we chatted about everything from art to music to our favorite books. The miles flew by, and before I knew it, we were approaching the outskirts of the city.
"Hey, Victor, look," I said, nodding towards the GPS screen. "We're about 20 minutes away from the gallery."
Victor grinned, rubbing his hands together in anticipation. "Alright, let's do this. I'm ready to be cultured."
We arrived at the art gallery, a large building with a multicolored painting design.
"This is it!" I said with a satisfied look on my face. I turned to look at Victor, to see his expression, Wasn't what I was expecting, "So this is the art gallery?" He asked with sarcasm in his tone.
"Yes, it is... you may not like the outside, but trust me, the interior is breathtaking," I said with a reassuring smile before packing the car.
I came out of the car and straightened myself; Victor came out of the car and looked at the building.
I shrugged, seeing his unsatisfied expression. "Ok, let's go," I said and walked towards the exit door. Victor followed me and stopped beside me as I pushed the glass door.
My eyes widened in shock; most of the paintings had been changed. I tilted my head slowly to Victor; his expression was now gradually changing.
His folded hands were now dropped as he shoved them into his pocket. "You were not quite wrong," he said.I smirked, being satisfied with what he had just said.We walked towards a woman who stood behind a painting. "Hello ma'am, where is the trade section for this art gallery?" I asked,
She turned to gaze at me; her long brown hair swung across her shoulders. She was wearing a normal t-shirt and long pants.
"Good day, sir..." she replied. "Good day.... Where is the gallery trading section?" I asked again to make sure she heard me.
"Oh.... I'm here for a tour, and I just arrived..... but you can go ask that lady over there," she said, pointing to a small counter.
"Ok, thanks," I said in appreciation of her nice gesture.We walked towards the counter, and Victor couldn't look straight with his eyes turning in different directions in the room as he stared at the paintings and artifacts.
"Hello, miss.... Where is the trading section for this art gallery?"
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