<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 lobby, entering the back-gallery</strong></span></span></em></div><div align="center">(http://www.fjolajensdottir.is/img/asdis.png) </div><br/>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.