Painting story.

  

   Chateau la Rivera was a highly esteemed French restaurant. It was filled with the smells of fresh baked bread and fresh, sweet fruit. There was the small quiet almost unnoticed tick tock of the clock. It was almost always filled with the small, quiet conversations of guests. Quiet so no other guest or worker would be able to hear what they were talking about. Because everyone knew gossip spread like wildfire through their small town.  Which was filled with higher ups of big name companies and aristocrats. With a few people from the poorer end of the spectrum, like Evangeline. And then there were people that had plenty of money, a nice house, and all the nice things they could want or at least their family did and they were supported by them, but still felt like they should have a job to guarantee a lovely flow of income, like Marie.

   The hostess, Marie, greeted the guests with a warm smile that wasn't all that friendly. Having to sit guests came as an annoyance to her. But she wouldn't quit her job. No, it paid far too well. Better than any other job she could get at the time.
   Evangeline would often look at Marie with sadness in her eyes. Sadness for Marie to not notice that she had gotten an easy job and took it for granted. And sadness that, because of her social and economic standing, Evangeline couldn't get a better job. The job she had of making up the front window display and cleaning the tables and sweeping barely paid enough to support her and her son.