One year later, the Sterling Group unveiled my first ‘Phoenix’ collection at the Musée des Arts Décoratifs.
Critics and collectors moved between the glass cases, and my name was engraved on every piece.
Clara raised her glass from across the room. During her opening toast, she had said:
“To Arthur. Eternal Vow sold his work for seven years without his name. Tonight, every piece carries it.”
I returned her nod and spoke with the next collector waiting beside the display.
Later, the Maybach stopped at a traffic light on the Place Vendôme.
In the window of a flagship boutique, the centerpiece of my collection sat on black velvet.
The Fireheart was a ruby held in a wing-shaped setting of white diamonds. A small plaque beside it carried my name.
Elena stood outside the display.
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