Gemotions

He waited in the shadowed hall, the air thick with anticipation. His sister, Iris, stood opposite him, her expensive dress a splash of vibrant colour against the sombre wood panelling. He caught her eye and offered a tentative smile, which she returned with a dismissive wave of her hand. The solicitor cleared his throat, the sound sharp in the expectant silence. "For Miss Iris, the family's vineyard and all its holdings. For Mr. David… a single, unassuming painting." David, who'd been imagining a life of luxury and acclaim, felt a strange lightness as the artwork was revealed. Iris was clearly underwhelmed. He knew she wanted more. He couldn't resist a grin as he took it in his hands.