Chapter 13
Rosaline formally reclaimed every collector relationship herself.
Not dramatically.
One phone call at a time.
Some embarrassed people apologized.
Some pretended they had never doubted her.
Those irritated me more.
She handled them better.
“If someone needs to pretend they were always right, they probably still need Gareth.”
Sharp.
My daughter had become less polite.
Good.
She also changed the collection itself.
Fewer polished receptions.
More small evenings.
Stories.
Craft.
Young designers invited alongside wealthy collectors.
That would have annoyed Gareth once.
Now he sent one congratulations message through me.
Nothing more.
Boundary respected.
Posy sometimes attended.
Sometimes stayed home.
No symbolic heir requirement.
At six, she preferred dinosaurs to jewelry.
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Elena would probably have found that funny.
I certainly did.
