"Right this way, darlings." Her long skirt swished over the floor attractively.
It was fair to say she hadn't actually gotten this work from the artist himself. She had bought it from the last gallery he showed at (her own was a lot more upscale), which meant she was charging double their price, not that it made them very expensive anyway. She led Gareth and Gawain into her office in the back, and pulled the series of charcoal originals from a folder beside her desk, displaying them on a table intended for that purpose.
The one she had chosen showed Ragnelle, resplendent the morning after her wedding.