Noah pulled into the Crown Veridian's private entrance, the Lamborghini's engine echoing off the underground garage walls. She was staying at his own hotel—predictably perfect, yet somehow still surprising.
He still remembered their first meeting at the National Gallery. Diana had been touring with renowned artist Marcus Whitfield when Noah, had casually remarked that Whitfield's interpretation of the Art was "very shallow and emotionally vacant."
Whitfield had erupted, saying that a young person like him doesn't understand the art. He used his own renowned name and experience.
Noah had accepted the challenge with the confidence that infuriated adults. A few minutes later, he'd deconstructed not just the painting but Whitfield's entire artistic philosophy, leaving the man speechless and Diana utterly fascinated.
They'd exchanged numbers after that.
