Adorable when jealous

The National Portrait Gallery is a magnificent venue for events and one I am well acquainted with, having been there many times before: working security. sometimes as a guest and once or twice with a date.

But never like this.

Brynne brought a whole new meaning to the idea of possessiveness. At least for me she did. I thought I might be dead by the end of the night from keeping up with all the people who wanted a piece of her.

She looked so beautiful and perfect in her periwinkle lace dress and silvery shoes; every inch the model she was outwardly, but inwardly, that artistic mind of hers was brilliant and respected for the work she did in her field. My girl was a celebrity tonight. It damn well helped to see my gift around her neck too. She is mine, people! Mine! And don't fucking forget it either!

The display of Lady Percival was indeed a hit. She'd been set up as a tutorial on the conserving process, as her restoration was only partially complete. And Brynne, of course, was credite