Catherine sat in the sunroom she used as a studio, taking careful notes as Margo Fresco spoke. Her hand sped across the smooth paper as she copied every single word the designer said.

"Slow down there," Margo said gently.

"Sorry," Catherine replied. "I just can't believe you're giving me a private lesson. I don't want to miss a thing or bother you with any stupid questions or—"

Margo smiled, "You're too kind. It's my pleasure, really. When Sean called and invited me here, I was only too ...