Honesty in a man was something she hadn't come across in years, and so Lalla was suitably drawn in, listening to Antony and nodding at his words. "I'm afraid, sir, you'd be mistaken. I live in one of the most boring places ever conceived. Writing and sneaking to London are my only escapes." She fidgeted a little, picking another petal from the flower she held, dropping it to the floor with the blue ones.
"So, what kind of women do you paint? Society darlings, no doubt, the beautiful socialites you come across from day to day." She looked back out at the lake, curling her fingers around a red flower.