"Is this Helen York's home?"
The voice outside sounded elegant and gentle. I opened the gate to find a refined middle-aged woman standing there with a little girl beside her.
"Hello," I said politely. "I'm Helen York's daughter-in-law, Anna Whitemoore. May I ask who you are?"
The woman smiled warmly and handed me a business card. "My name is Michelle Sinclair. I run a cultural arts company."
Her eyes brightened slightly. "I absolutely adore Helen's embroidery work. I came today hoping to discuss a collaboration."
I invited them inside and called Helen out from the studio.
The moment Michelle saw her, she walked over enthusiastically. "Ms. York, I'm truly a fan of your work," she said sincerely. "Your embroidery feels alive. Every piece carries such strong emotion and vitality."
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