The doorbell chimed at exactly 7:00 p.m., sharp and polite, like everything else in this penthouse.Evelyn had spent the last hour in the studio staring at her half-finished storm canvas, brush in hand but no progress. The grays had deepened, the blues had turned almost black. She couldn’t find the gold she’d started with yesterday. It felt buried under too much weight.She heard Alexander’s footsteps—measured, unhurried crossing the living room to answer the door.Voices murmured. Female, professional, excited. The stylist and her team.Evelyn wiped her hands on a rag, left the brush balanced on the easel, and walked out.Three women stood in the foyer, wheeling garment bags and cases. The lead stylist—tall, silver-streaked hair, impeccable black pantsuit, smiled brightly when she saw Evelyn.“Mrs. Knight! I’m Simone. This is my team: Mia for hair and makeup, and Tara for fittings. We’re here to make tomorrow’s gala unforgettable.”Evelyn managed a smile. “Hi. Evelyn is fine.”Simon
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