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"I swear, my three‑year‑old painted something just like this last week. I even took a picture. Wanna see?"
Mia Holbrook—wife of one of Logan’s closest friends—said it while digging through her bag for her phone.
She unlocked her phone, scrolled for a second, then thrust it toward me.
"Oh my God! You're not kidding!" Laughter bubbled out of me.
Mia beamed, her warm brown eyes going soft. "Told you. Honestly, my daughter has more talent than this artist." She pointed toward the blurred painting hanging on the wall.
She was a delight. Simple, real, effortlessly sweet. Nothing like what you'd expect from the wife of a real estate mogul. You’d never guess she was one of the richest women in the country.
After spending so much time with the phony, superficial LA crowd at this Chris
