The Artist
When I first saw Katarina Leoni I had always thought she was the perfect model. She was beautiful, elegant, and had the perfect features.
So, when she asked me out, I was over the moon. We went on a few dates, and it was nice, but something was off. She was too extravagant and lived in a dream world.
She didn’t seem to care about anything except for her looks. She was shallow and didn’t appreciate art for what it was.
I realized that I had fallen in love with a fantasy, not the real her.
