Nicolai finally understood why every experience with Julianne felt new. He was born to create. Every breath he took fueled that need. He never believed a woman could give herself to him so sincerely that she could be molded into the living expression of his imagination. Julianne could. That fundamental truth made her his living, breathing ideal. As he stared into her eyes, his heart accepted the truth of her and his conflicted mind found peace in that truth. He was the artist. She was his medium. It wasn’t a metaphor. Together, they could create something so beautiful that anyone who saw it would be forever changed. Forever inspired. The true meaning of beauty. His Beauty.