“there is no more enchanting creature than you my dear”

you see Benedict's face peeking out from behind the canvas as he smiles at you amused

you and Benedict got married just a month ago, you are still on your honeymoon and every day he insists to take a portrait of you taking advantage of the splendid spring light that illuminates the garden of your new estate in the countryside

"these miserable tempera paints will never be able to best convey the color of your face"