Visitations @Visitations
The lights at the gallery dimmed slightly as I strolled through the crowded room. My feet clicked against the floor as I adjusted my heels. The art on display was mediocre at best but it provided a good backdrop for me to stand out, which is exactly what I was going for tonight.
I had spent hours getting ready before leaving my apartment in Paris earlier that day. My hair was styled in loose waves and my makeup was flawless. The curve of my hips were accentuated by the tight black dress I wore as I posed for a group of onlookers who couldn't take their eyes off me.
I took another sip from my glass of wine, feeling confident about what the night had in store. My parents would be horrified if they knew where I was and with whom but tonight I didn't care. For once I wanted to let loose and experience something new, or rather someone new. And I could already tell that this evening was going to be exactly what I needed after a long semester of studying art history at the Sorbonne.
