Ella was up to her ears in work, putting out fires and making sure everything was ready for the Montage art show, which was coming up quickly. While having an alter ego to help her come out of her shell while she was in public was great, Juliet couldn’t do anything to help with the show itself. Great assistants had done a lot to move things along, but there were certain things she could only do herself, like decide where to move a few items that hadn’t fit in their initially planned location for one reason or another or find a priceless painting that had been mishandled by the airlines despite the artist taking all of the precautions necessary when sending it.
When her cell phone rang, she was reading over an email from the shipping company, her eyes narrowed in disdain as she thought abo
