Lexi cooed in approval as I made a selection from the fabric samples Isabel had laid out on the table in front of us. It was a super-soft forest green velvet. I handed the little rectangle of material to the baby, who squealed with delight and made a determined effort to keep her tiny fingers tightly clasped around it.
“Well, that seemed to be an easy choice,” the decorator said, smiling at Alexis.
The fabric was for a big couch that would fill one of the side rooms in the suite that used to be Scarlet’s. Isabel and I had been mostly focused on tricking out this room this morning, since it was the largest one in the East Wing renovation project.
Scarlet had had the suite set up with two rather formal sitting rooms on either side of the main bedroom area. That concept seemed quite pointl
