Catherine sat in the sunroom she used as a studio, taking careful notes as Margo Fresco spoke. Her hand sped across the smooth paper as she copied every single word the designer said.
"Slow down there," Margo said gently.
"Sorry," Catherine replied. "I just can't believe you're giving me a private lesson. I don't want to miss a thing or bother you with any stupid questions or—"
Margo smiled, "You're too kind. It's my pleasure, really. When Sean called and invited me here, I was only too happy to accept. You know, I owe him and Leydon several favors."
"Leydon?" she asked.
"Oh," Margo said, looking slightly embarrassed. "Don't you know? I have an exclusive contract with the Fields' company. I personally style Clara Fields."
"That's why she always looks so amazing," Catherine murmured.
"Oh please, dear," Margo said, waving a jeweled hand. "Leave the flattery aside."
"Right, sorry," Catherine said. "Please continue."
