“Plucking a glass of champagne from a passing waiter, Lily was desperate for a cigarette, but none of the ladies were smoking.
“Can you see my painting?”
“There it is, Lily,” Eliza said. “Look—they’ve placed it at eye level! Not skied at all.”
“Goodness. I imagined the Royal Academy would hate my colours.”
“You’re a revolutionary,” Eliza said, smiling, as she rearranged the French lace around her shoulders. “Clashing colours are the thing. It’s a new era.”
From ‘Talland House’ – included in the showcase