Of course Neal recognises her; the infamous Sophie Devereaux (or whatever name she's going by this time) is a legend in his world, and he's dreamed of working with her for years.
He approaches her with his most charming smile, a pair of champagne flutes, and an invitation to Museo del Prado in Madrid.
"The Matisse?" she asks, slipping her arm into his and bringing the glass to her lips.
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Of course Neal recognises her; the infamous Sophie Devereaux (or whatever name she's going by this time) is a legend in his world, and he's dreamed of working with her for years.
He approaches her with his most charming smile, a pair of champagne flutes, and an invitation to Museo del Prado in Madrid.
"The Matisse?" she asks, slipping her arm into his and bringing the glass to her lips.
He shakes his head and smiles. "The Rembrandt."