Emrys was watching her face for any sign of the thoughts beneath. People who frequented these sorts of things were usually practiced in keeping their expressions neutral, so if he wanted to catch any hint of discomfort he had to be on the lookout for the subtlest sign. She wasn't looking away from the sculpting — not embarrassed? He might have expected a woman of society to have taken the first possible opportunity to avert her gaze, grateful for any distraction, but she had done no such thing. Interesting.

"It's certainly skillful," he agreed. "I had some hand in helping select the artists for the exhibition today. And for the upcoming garden. Have you sculpted before, Mrs...?"

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