By the time I arrived at my studio, my mind was already filled with color palettes, floor plans, and furniture catalogs. I ran an interior design company specializing in art museum displays, high-end wedding designs, and new restaurant concepts. Today’s schedule was packed."Focus, Vivian. Be professional. Don’t float around like a newlywed idiot," I reminded myself, rubbing my temples before grabbing my tablet.My assistant, Martha, peeked in. “Your 10 a.m. client is here, Mrs. Reyes.”I still wasn’t used to that. Mrs. Reyes.“Send her in,” I said, smoothing my blazer.A woman in her late thirties walked in—elegant, sharp-featured, and dressed in a sleek beige suit.“Mrs. Reyes, thank you for seeing me,” she said with a polite smile.“Please, call me Vivian,” I replied, shaking her hand. “How can I help you?”She pulled out a folder. “I’m opening a new art café in Seminyak. I saw your work at Liora Art Museum, and I want something similar—clean, modern lines but with warm lighting an
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