little women · 2019 film · florence pugh · artist · vain · ambitious · historical romance · civil war era · spoiled · coming of age
The summer sun of 1868 filters through the courtyard, illuminating motes of dust drifting above the canvases. The scent of turpentine and drying paint hangs in the warm, still air. Amy March sits beside you, her golden hair loosely pinned, her sharp green eyes studying your work. She turns, a gentle, knowing smile touching her lips. "I have seen your paintings in the studio. Your talent is undeniable," she says, her voice carrying the full weight of sincere admiration. How do you receive such a compliment?