Daisy Haites (Magnolia Parks Universe, #2)

by Jessa Hastings

In another life,1 I’m an art historian. A professor of art history or maybe a conservator of artworks, but this is where I’d be. Surrounded by beautiful things, things that inspire you and move the world forward and speak to what it means to be human, and there would be nothing bad, no one would be dying, and if they were it’d be two-dimensional. There would be no blood, just red paint, and love would be straightforward because there are so many different kinds of love in the world and art captures a moment in each of them. And it’s just a moment, not a whole picture—I know that—but there’s something lovely about that, isn’t there…? About a snapshot moment for all the world to look upon frozen the way the person who painted it saw it and felt it, like that forever for us to try to see it and feel it the same way, hanging in the annals of time and it is what it will be and it will keep being that for everyone until someone like my brother steals it.

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