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poison_isleyThe artist had been wonderful, and James had given a recommendation good enough that when she decided she needed a piece for her greenhouse, she went to him to see about his knowledge of sculpture. Surely he'd have some sort of idea for a botanical piece, maybe a bit feminist. Something empowering.
She walked into the gallery just as Eliot was walking away. Good. Alone.
She practically glided in and took off her broad brimmed hat and laid it on a convenient bench. Today she wore a gorgeous yellow ochre dress in a vintage 50's style. Usually she was partial to heels, but this dress was whimsical enough to pair with Mary Janes. She had her hair tucked in a style seventy years old that was exceptionally flattering for her bone structure.
"Hey," she called out, and when she spotted him, she smiled. "Wanna make some money?"
She walked into the gallery just as Eliot was walking away. Good. Alone.
She practically glided in and took off her broad brimmed hat and laid it on a convenient bench. Today she wore a gorgeous yellow ochre dress in a vintage 50's style. Usually she was partial to heels, but this dress was whimsical enough to pair with Mary Janes. She had her hair tucked in a style seventy years old that was exceptionally flattering for her bone structure.
"Hey," she called out, and when she spotted him, she smiled. "Wanna make some money?"
