date: TBD time: evening location: foster/white gallery status: closed, for @viktorruman
There is a flute of champagne in one hand, cold stem warming at her touch as she rolls it between her fingertips. Why she accepted the invitation to attend the exhibition opening tonight was an answer that eluded her. Maybe it was because she wanted a break, or she didn’t want to crack open a bottle of champagne herself— maybe she preferred being around people than being in her Penthouse or teleporting herself somewhere else in the world. Or, perhaps it is like this: there is a simple joy to be found at attending these sort of little events in spite of the tense climate of the city. And though she isn’t much a fan of the work in the spotlight tonight, she likes the company, and staring absentmindedly at the photograph in front of her Annora cannot help but let a small smile of remembrance curve at the corners of her mouth. David Leventi’s work has made her miss the theatres of Europe. Perhaps she would visit soon.
“It’s a shame he hadn’t photographed the palazzo on a better day. You lose the opportunity to show if off the way he has the threatres,” She comments loftily, hearing footsteps approach as her gaze remains on the photo. The blonde doesn’t turn her head until she let her tongue loose to her question, remaining poised and collected. “Although it makes me want to take on a new project. Have you visited any of the theatres recently?”