Chapter 47: The Mink Coat
The air inside the master dressing suite was so cold that the delicate crystal drops of the chandelier chimed together under the drafts, shivering like frozen teeth. Genevieve pushed open the mirrored pocket doors, stepping over the threshold into an expansive chamber lined with bespoke mahogany wardrobes, recessed vanity mirrors, and velvet lined display islands. The floor was ice beneath her boots, the luxury carpeting stiff and crusty where the moisture from her earlier frantic pacing had frozen into brittle needles.
She paid no attention to the long racks of couture evening gowns, the tailored silk suits from Paris, or the rows of handmade leather pumps that had cost more than the average worker made in a decade.
Those garments were monuments to a world tha
