Gemotions

"Bravo, Beatrice!" her agent exclaimed, clapping a little too enthusiastically. "The auction went even better than predicted!" Beatrice nodded, her head held high. The price her sculpture, "Ascension," had fetched was record-breaking.

Later, strolling through the gardens of the estate where the post-auction celebration was held, she noticed a gardener, hunched over, weeding a rose bush. The gardener, his work shirt rolled up to his elbow, revealed a partial glimpse of the familiar curves of her statue's central design. She knew the curves well.

Beatrice slowly approached, her footsteps silent on the gravel path. "That's... interesting," she said softly, her voice barely a whisper. The gardener looked up, startled, his cheeks flushing.