I couldn’t help but feel like every other hopeless romantic, even though I knew that the relationship between Casimir and I was unique. In so many words, circumstances had yielded to love, and darkness had yielded to light.
The sunset was about to begin, and beautiful colors occupied the sky. It was as if a blanket of curious splendor covered what lay beneath it, and everything felt right.

Afterwards, Casimir told me that it had been the best day of his life. I had a feeling that me and Mona Lisa had something to do with it.