Chapter 12
ShannonI wore my summer dress and a pair of strappy, red flats to my meeting with Vivienne. I checked myself in a compact mirror, touching up my lip gloss. Despite the humidity doing in all attempts to straighten my hair, I smiled at the woman looking back at me and rang the bell.
Vivienne had her studio in an old house on an oak-shaded street in Uptown. Once home to families, most of the buildings on the street now housed businesses, many of them attorneys and financial services companies.
Vivienne’s L-shaped building stood out for its bright combination of cream wood shingles and blanched stone, contrasted starkly against the brick structures on either side of it. The boldness of the exterior hinted at the decor inside. Once in the foyer, I gasped.
Vivienne wore an elegant
