<div align="center"><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Carolina Cartright-Williams - Entering the lobby, addressing the receptionist</strong></span></span></em></div><div align="center">(http://www.fjolajensdottir.is/img/asdis.png) </div><br/>Carolina (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84632.msg3761313#msg3761313) rode in the back of her car, idly strumming perfectly manicured fingernails onto a glossy, red Prada bag in her lap. She was excited, but her demeanor would never betray her feelings. She was calm and composed, looking almost bored.<br/>"Thank you, Charles," she said and straightened her back as her driver  pulled the car to a stop in front of the Waxing Rhapsodic gallery. She waited until he had opened her door and accepted an offered hand as she stepped out of the car, the toes of her red Manolo boots dipping out from under long legs of dark gray slacks. She was wearing a black turtleneck under a jacked in the same shade as the slacks, subtle make-up except for a dark red lipstick and her hair in large smooth waves. A sophisticated silhouette, spiced with the splash of bold red.<br/><br/>"Let's say an hour," she told the driver and nodded, a somewhat friendly smile stretching her lips as she nodded at the trusted employee. He bowed his head shortly in return. "Madame."<br/>The sky was gray and dull, a mist of humidity in the air warning of possible rain later on. Carolina drew a deep breath and walked briskly through the revolving door, her heels making her presence known in a delightful way as they hit the tiles.<br/><br/>She stopped at the front desk and glanced at the people in the gallery. A well dressed man caught her eye, a little familiar, and the beautiful redhead he was talking to, a young guy who looked rather nervous... But then she turned her attention to the receptionist.  "I would like to talk to someone about specific requests for artwork? I understand a Matilda Haraldsen is who I should see?" A slight tingle made her sharp, blue eyes light up as she thought of the possibilities... The pieces she might add to her collection if the artists of this studio were as talented as rumors insisted.  She smiled briefly and waited for the girl to answer.