At 6 p.m., sitting in the backseat of the Maybach, Raphael sent Grace a message: “I’m downstairs.”
He’d promised to pick her up after work—and just like that, he was punctual, waiting outside her studio.
It wasn’t that Grace was deliberately ignoring him; she was just completely tied up with Clara, who had her trapped in the jewelry workshop the entire day.
“This is a four-million-dollar order,” Clara said, sounding half-crazed. “You better lock in these details, or the artisans can’t continue refining it.”
Grace had submitted the 3D design last Tuesday, and the client had already signed off. Clara had hoped they’d finalize the prototype as soon as Grace came back Monday.
Proportions, settings, prong placements—it all needed the designer’s eye. The pressure was especially high because
