As I was lost in thought, Nicole knocked on my office door again and said, “Ms. Wilson, someone’s here to see you. I tried to stop her, but--”

Before she could finish, a woman slipped past hera vision in a white lace dress, her long hair cascading loosely behind her. She wore a pair of pink pearlized leather shoes and a matching pearl hairclip, exuding effortless elegance.

On most women, this outfit would have looked overly cutesy, but not on her. She wore it ...