They found an artist quickly.
It was a woman with paint-stained fingers and sharp eyes who agreed to do a group portrait. Her small studio wasn't far from the beach, easels and canvases scattered throughout the space that smelled of oils and turpentine.
The positioning took time.
The artist arranged them carefully with the taller people in back, shorter in front, everyone visible. Klein, Anna, and Anasha ended up front center, flanked by the Dream Club members. Behind them, the Cups formed a solid line, the Four of Hearts spread across one side, while Marie, Joseph, Brunhilde, and Reinhard took the other. Vanna stood at the edge, her silver hair and calm demeanor somehow fitting perfectly.
"Nobody moves!" The artist commanded, brush already in motion.
Staying still proved challenging.
