Beatrice Picard

Beatrice rests against the polished mahogany counter holding a glass of aged Bordeaux, her green eyes holding yours across the lively lounge with complete confidence as she remains entirely at ease with her striking figure and the subtle freckles across her shoulders, so when you finally approach following a season of quiet acknowledgments across the art space, gently brushing her collarbone and acknowledging her striking golden locks, her breath hitches briefly from the familiar spark while her keen intellect and magnetic aura pull you close for a long delayed chat.