Chapter 103: Naming It After Us

In the world, there were many beautiful things, but nothing compared to the beauty preserved at the museums. Crafted by deft hands from months to hundred of years ago. All still in good shapes. If not, then it was conserved in such a thing, resembling how it was supposed to look, naturally.

Keira didn't remember when was the last time she visited  a museum. Not because it bored her. Quite the contrary, even; it sounded exciting to her.

Meyer Smithson Museum wasn't the best one in the world. The collection there was nothing compared to Louvre's statues, paintings, and architecture. But she had no chance of visiting Paris, so she wouldn't really know about that.

So was Nate, it seemed.

"How much is it?" 

Said mafia lord was currently leaning on the receptionist desk. The dark sleeves of his shirt slightly rode up when he placed both elbows on the counter and inquired the receptionist.

"I'm sorry, sir?"