miles, ari, & damia: the front
"It is just so very profound, isn't it?" Ari trilled back at the redhead. "They say there is no true price that can be put on fine art," or garbage, really, "but surely we can... discuss it." The look down her elongated nose was well-aimed and no doubt would have been infuriating, had the redhead possessed a brain.
"Oh, well you know, we just couldn't," she said. "It is to be the centerpiece of our new foyer --"
"The centerpiece," Ari repeated, arching a brow at the woman. "It must be a rather small foyer." She gave the cherub another look and said, "Perhaps, now that I look at it closer, it is too small for us. Darling, you must find me one like this, but bigger. One does wish to make a statement."