About half an hour earlier, Rose and Eliana had also sauntered in this art exhibition. They walked around arm in arm and 'appreciated' the art. In Eliana's view, there was nothing to appreciate but she had to keep up with appearances like almost everyone there but that one person and his family.
'How have I stooped so low in life to be subjected to this nonsense they call art?' She thought, wishing her father was still alive.
'Everything would have been so good and 'normal' if Papa was still alive!'
Eliana had gone all out on this day in how she presented herself. She was in a long pink satin dress that looked like a long shirt that fell to her feet but contoured her body perfectly. The back was decent enough, but there was a long slit from her upper thighs to her feet, showing her whole legs completely with each step she took. She loved the dress and took slow steps to highlight her long, flawless, slim legs.
