Ita was too excited about the portrait. She had tried on, and discarded, nearly everything she owned, finally settling for a pale blue sundress. After making the decisiion, she slipped on some white sandals and headed down to the beach.

Arriving a bit early - the sun hadn't even set, yet - she meandered about the beach with no particular pattern. Sometimes she giggled or hummed to herself, other times she looked intently at the patterns in the sand. She had even started a small collection of seashells. Eventually, she just lay down in the sand and stretched herself out with a sigh. This was oing to be a fun night.