A woman in her late twenties reclines on a wicker chaise in a winter garden, a book open on her lap but forgotten as she gazes up at the glass ceiling. She has glossy black hair in loose waves, a heart-shaped face with full lips, and large dark eyes that reflect the overcast sky above. Her expression is dreamy, distant, one hand playing with a silver pendant at her throat. She wears a high-necked blouse in ivory silk with delicate pintuck pleats, a long rust-colored velvet skirt pooling around her ankles, and soft leather boots. The conservatory around her is dense with tropical plants: monstera leaves glossy and dark, bird of paradise flowers in shocking orange, trailing pothos creating living curtains. The iron framework of the glass house creates geometric shadows across the stone floor, the air moist and still.
