“The corridor is closing tonight for restoration,” he said. “For good. If you want to see where she hid the last painting—the one they never found—you come with me now. But Kenzie.” He cupped her face, thumbs brushing her cheekbones like she was the sketch and he was the smudge. “The woman who goes in there with me won’t be the woman who comes out.”
“Because every few centuries, a woman with that face is born in a city by a river,” he said. “And every time, she is given a choice. To be the painter. Or to be the paint.” Kenzie Anne - Florentine Part 2 -11.11.21-
Matteo’s jaw tightened. “She’s you.” “The corridor is closing tonight for restoration,” he
“She chose love,” he said. “And she was erased. Not killed. Erased. Her paintings signed by her father. Her letters burned. Her name scratched off a tombstone in Santa Croce.” But Kenzie