It seemed a simple job, paint a portrait of the Duke’s favorite mistress to hang on his wall.
But the first one, she wasn’t smiling enough.
Then she was smiling too much.
Then the Duke broke up with her, so there was a new woman to paint.
Then it had to be a picture of the mistress in the dress he bought her.
Then the background was distracting.
Then all that white marble around her was boring.
By the time he’d finished, the paint was as thick as the canvas.
But hey, once one masterpiece is worn off, there’s another!