Chapter Twenty
“Did you make a mistake?” Margaret asked as she tried to peer around the large canvas where James was working. It shook as he dabbed at it with his cloth.
“I’m not happy with your face,” he answered her distractedly.
She just laughed. “I’m not always very happy with it either, but I don’t think there’s a lot I can do about it.”
He burst out laughing, finally looking up. “That’s not what I meant. You have a very beautiful face. I didn’t represent it here as well as I would like to.”
“I knew what you meant. I’m just teasing you.” She giggled.
“Yes! It’s that expression that I wish to capture,” he said, staring at her for a moment before ducking back behind his canvas.
Margaret tilted her head a little. “What expression is that?”
He looked back up at her. “Joy. Happines
