She stood outside the Louvre, the famous museum in the capital of France, Paris, with a big black camera hanging from her neck. Her mother had told her to attend this solo art exhibition on her behalf. She had originally made plans today, but she had to call everything off because of a few art pieces. But it's not like she was not willing to attend this anyway, she loved taking pictures.
High heels clicking gently against the wooden floor of the museum, she entered the museum, with style and grace. The people of Paris would have recognized her immediately, the daughter of famous soprano, _, but thank god for her disguise.
Her family had moved to France to make her mum's job more convenient for her and to cut down travelling time to her concert venues. Apparently, her mother still wanted her to keep the "Japanese roots", so occasionally, she would require her to attend art exhibitions like this.
She reached the gallery after walking down a few flight of steps. She was astounded by the paintings beauty the moment she stepped in. There was one that particularly caught her attention. Named Fake Purity, it left an extremely deep impression on her. It was a picture with deep meaning. A pond filled with many lotus flowers, of all shapes and sizes. But there was one flower that stood out amongst the rest. Its petals were more elaborated, its pink a brighter shade. However, look at the reflections, the lotus' petals were torn and its' colours had faded. Fascinated by it's lustre, she took a step close towards the painting, lifted her camera and snapped a picture.
Gazing for a little while more at the painting, she was interrupted by the gallery master, Henrique.
"Bonjour, Mademoiselle, ça va? " The old man grinned sincerely.
"Ca va, et toi?"
"Tres bien! Seems like your French has gotten better since the last time I met you, Mikan."
"I'm flattered." She bowed slightly and beamed.
"Are you enjoying the exhibition?" The fatherly figure asked her.
"Yes, Monsieur, this picture especially." She looked at the picture once again.
"Ah! This one. It's the artist's favourite."
"Oh really? May I know who the artist is?" She probed on further.
"You might not believe it, he is the same age as you! Really talented youngster." The old geezer gave a hearty laugh when he saw her surprised look.
Same age? Now that is freaky.
"Oh… I see, thank you for your time." She thanked him as he took his leave.
Lifting up her camera once again, she pressed the playback button. Smiling brightly at the picture she took, she carried on to view the rest of his works. Everything was just as splendid, wonderfully, skillfully done. But there remained something weird about this whole thing, the artist's name was kept anonymous.
Before she knew it, 2 hours had passed. Ah, there goes her plans of going to take a look at the Mona Lisa.