One glance at Rosalind's work was enough for Rowan to know she would fail this class as well, because she was not painting anything close to the statue before her. Instead, she had begun shading the canvas with colors that had nothing to do with the dull gray of the sculpture, and for a brief moment, the corner of his lips lifted.
Although Rosalind could be difficult most of the time, he knew there was more to her beneath that front she carried so stubbornly.
As Lady Evelina moved from one student to another, pausing at each canvas to inspect and offer a word or two, Rowan stepped back slightly so she could pass without obstruction.
When she stopped beside Rosalind, her eyes fell on the canvas, and her expression hardened at once. This was not what had been asked of her.
"You..." Lady Evelina began through clenched teeth, but Rosalind turned to her with a dramatic gasp, and that alone made the woman's temper flare even further.
