Chapter 6   New York, New York Emily slipped into a dreamy state of contemplation. The voices of the attendees in the gallery faded away as she absorbed the beauty of the artwork. Marco Allegretto’s paintings were so vivid, they took on a life of their own. Where does the truth lie? In the paintings, or the book, or both? Even if their love affair had been doomed, what an experience to treasure, to be loved and adored like the mysterious woman in the painting. Or the mysterious Iris in the novel. Emily’s Romeos always turned out to be Bozos the Clown or, in Will’s case, a serial cheater. Despite her failed relationships, Emily still yearned for that wondrous one true love. Am I destined to be alone for the rest of my life? Or will I have to wait for the next lifetime to find my soul mate? An eerie sensation rippled up her spine and she nearly jumped off the bench. The first painting seemed to be moving. Emily wondered if she was seeing things, or if it was a surprise 3D effect of the exhibit? The woman posed in the chair in La Sedia shifted and was…