-Felicity-
There's an excited thrum in the crowd when the first statue is unveiled on a huge screen, and the auctioneer's clear prim voice calls out the details. "...circa 216 AD, it stands a little over three meters tall. He leans gracefully over his club with the skin of the lion draped over as a trophy, and we're starting at..." Little numbered silk fans raise with a soft fwick over the subdued tones of the string quartet by the stage. Young men and women are leaning into their companions almost like a support, as if they're willing them to win the bid. Trying not to look stiff whenever I feel Graves' eyes roam over to me, I reach over and grip his thigh and force a smile on my face. Madam Christie fans us slightly with her auction number and chuckles from behind her hand.
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