A girl's hair had something in common with knots. In Leonardo da Vinci's portraits of women, the hairstyles were often highly intricate, sometimes even impossible to recreate in reality.
It was through the hair that the painting titled "Salvator Mundi" had been identified as Leonardo da Vinci's work. One could say that knots were another of Leonardo da Vinci's signatures.
Georgiana stood before Leonardo da Vinci's Last Supper. The sun had already set, and the tourists had all left. The monastery had lit oil lamps for her, placing them some distance from the painting to keep the soot from the flames from damaging the mural.
She lit a cigarette and stood before the mural, looking at Saint John on the wall. Though he looked as soft and delicate as a woman and wore his hair long, he was still a man—and he had written Revelation.
Even expensive luxuries could be discarded after being used just once. Only those who knew how to cherish things would protect them. Severus had always been gentle with her before; even when he was occasionally rougher, it had brought them both pleasure. Bonaparte, on the other hand, had initially cared only about himself, and only later slowly learned to consider her feelings.
Bonaparte always reminded her of Anne Boleyn, but more importantly...
The door behind her opened once again. Georgiana turned and saw Julian Ouvrard.
"Is there anything special about viewing this painting at night?" Julian asked as he walked toward her, studying the Last Supper on the wall.
She had actually just wanted to find somewhere quiet.
"This is the north wall." Georgiana looked at the Last Supper. "The west is over there?"
Julian thought for a moment, then raised his left hand.
"That's right. If you came during the day, the wall on