The Boston Hour (5/?)
In which Belle is an Antiques Roadshow super-fan and Gold is her favorite appraiser.
CHAPTER SUMMARY: As the afternoon session comes to a close, Gold gets an opportunity to talk to Belle.
A/N: Enjoy more of these two dorks trying to flirt with each other! Once again, you can catch up on the TMI Tuesday Q&A for this story here, if you’re into that sort of thing. :)
“…The quality and craftsmanship of these pieces began to decline considerably after the fifteenth century. Prior to that time, they were commissioned almost exclusively by nobility, but as the popularity of the style grew, more and more pieces were being commissioned by the bourgeoisie. The pieces produced for these smaller, more numerous commissions lacked the care and attention to detail enjoyed by their predecessors, and as a result, that popularity quickly began to decline. However, in the late eighteenth century, Carlos III of Spain ordered an effort to–”
Rumford was appraising an impressive example of Hispano-Moresque lustreware when a petite figure in a blue dress stepped into his peripheral, completely destroying what little focus he had managed to keep since his conversation with David. Suddenly his thoughts were filled only with Miss French, and he had to force himself to finish his appraisal.
“An effort to p-preserve the ah… the techniques, which inspired a– inspired… a, um… r-r- revival of the style in the… the ah, mid ninth– I mean mid nineteenth– century. Which is… what I– what I believe we h-have here. Based on the ah, the coloring and the patterns used.”
He tore his attention away from the ornate dish like he’d been drowning and Miss French was the breath of fresh air waiting for him at the surface.
And there she was. Miss Belle French, heading in his direction. A Venus with her auburn waves, her plump, berry-stained lips, and towering heels. Good grief. Was it possible that she’d somehow gotten even more beautiful since he’d spoken with her little more than two hours ago? He watched as her friend showed her something on her phone, and she pouted her lips in thoughtful deliberation before nodding. Her friend then whispered something to her and winked, and Belle blushed– her smile blinding in its brilliance as she laughed.
Rumford swallowed hard.
He was going to talk to this woman? He was going to ask her out on a date? Was he out of his bloody mind?