@calliope-muse-for-rp
Stella liked museums. She liked seeing the artwork, something she was quite connected to, and despite her unconventional ways of painting, she still appreciated the tradition. It was the opening of a new museum, which she had been invited to the opening gala for, so she’d donned her best dress. So mesmerized by the work that she wasn’t watching where she was stepping, accidentally bumping into a man, spilling her wine. “Oh my god--I’m so sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going.”














