Painting her house white hadn't been an easy decision but it was made easier by the fact that Mr Armstrong, her neighbour, had a house that was exactly the same shade of aqua hers had been. The trip to Hawaii may have been short but Triteia came back a world richer than before.
All the effort that had gone into that show had amazed her beyond belief and she didn't think she could be happier if she tried - even though not everyone she'd wanted there had been able to come. The air in San Francisco was considerably cooler than on the island paradise but it was still warm enough for her to be able to enjoy going on foot.
A cardboard roll containing work drawings in one hand, a bag containing dinner in her other, the nymph sauntered past the row of pretty houses, noticing the man sitting on Mr Armstrong's front steps in passing and wondered if that was the new love of his life her neighbour had told her about. If it was... he looked much better than in the pictures she'd seen.