(Present day)
Rome, Italy.
The gallery Barbara wouldn't stop boasting about the previous night turned out to be actually worth her praises, Scarlett thought as she walked around, hands shoved into the pockets of her grey Louis Vuitton trench coat.
She soon felt hot, despite the coolness inside of the gallery, and she took the coat off and then hung it over an arm.
She had left downstairs and came up here after realizing most of the paintings were on exhibition here. Mostly just sculptures and graffiti art were exhibited downstairs.
The upper part of the gallery felt dark and distant, just like the pieces on exhibition. Scarlett had always had a special connection with art. The feeling was unexplainable to herself and most especially to others, but it had always been present. Always been a part of her from the moment she could fathom existence.
