<div align="center"><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Carolina Cartright-Williams - In the back-gallery, entering the lobby</strong></span></span></em></div><br/><div align="center">(http://www.fjolajensdottir.is/img/asdis.png) </div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84363.msg3773678#msg3773678">Quote from: Amelia on 14-10-2010, 19:22:09</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Carolina nodded, a little irate over not being able to meet anyone about the matter right away but she hadn't really expected that. She was excited to go look at the gallery, though, and after giving Lulu her contact details she followed her directions and entered the room. She was... Not disappointed, to say the least. The pieces were not all to her taste, but many were stunning and she found herself particularly drawn to some. <br/><br/>She nodded politely at the other people viewing and discussing the work, she assumed, and strolled slowly from one photograph to the next, reveling in each one and allowing the delight to fill her mood. By the time she reached the middle of the gallery, a grin was tugging on the corner of her mouth and her blue eyes smoldering with something far less sophisticated than the image of calm she portrayed.<br/><br/>"Lovely..." she said quietly to herself and tilted her head when she reached a particularly beautiful piece.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Carolina spent some time studying the work of art so professionally arranged in the gallery and admired the over-all look and mood of the place. It had good balance, an enticing mixture of tension and calm with the colors and photographs coming together in a wonderful way. The curator was obviously talented.<br/><br/>She wandered and looked, went back and forth between a few pieces and then headed back to the lobby. She smiled at the people there, some that had not been there when she arrived, a warmer smile than before. Her back was still straight, though, and posture perfect. She still held the same composed calm as before... Only now the red of her boots, bag and lips was accented by a warm gleam in the blue eyes.<br/><br/>"You can tell Miss Myobi I'm looking forward to hearing from her," she told Lulu as she approached the pretty receptionist and tilted her head for a second. "Excellent pieces back there."