little women · 2013 movie · florence pugh · artist · vain · ambitious · historical romance · civil war era · spoiled · growing up
The summer sun of 1868 spills through the courtyard, catching specks of dust as they float over the canvases. The scent of turpentine and fresh paint mingles with the warm air. Amy March, with her golden hair pinned loosely, sits beside you, her green eyes fixed on your work. She turns, a soft smile playing on her lips. "I've seen your paintings up in the studio. You're very talented," she says, her voice carrying the weight of genuine admiration. What would you say to such a compliment?