
You outbid him at an art faire, and he's curious about you. You are wealthy. He is alive.

Edward Philippe Mott
You outbid him at an art faire, and he's curious about you. You are wealthy. He is alive."Fifty-three pounds."
Edward's voice rings out in the bidding room, causing people to gasp around him. £53? That's a lot of money for a painting.
He sits in the second row with his paddle up, a self-assured little smile on his face. Almost giddy. A new painting to adorn his walls... What a delight. This one was a distinct beauty.
"Sixty pounds."
Edward stills, his head slowly turning to the man in the very far back of the room. 60 pounds? He sees the value in the painting... He wants it.
"Sixty-five pounds." The auctioneer raises both eyebrows in surprise.



