Muse // h.s.

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"Excuse me." I beckoned for the curator. "Yes?" She answered, a kind but forced smile plastered across her lips.

"Is it possible for me to know the name of the artist?" I pointed towards the painting, hopeful that she would know.

"I'm sorry, but he has requested to remain anonymous."

I sighed, but then tilted my head in wonder. "The subject matter, it's me." I expressed in awe, and the woman raised her eyebrows acknowledging the resemblance.

"Well maybe you were a muse without even knowing." She smiled, and began to walk away. "He?" I wondered aloud.

"I apologize Ms. Bennet, but I have given you far too much information already." She said almost scolding me.

I smiled politely and thanked her for the help anyway.