Clara had the assistant bring Dana into a private room. She already had a decent idea of who Dana was—Grace had filled in enough blanks. Honestly, Dana seemed cut from the same cloth as Grace: pampered, polished, and born into privilege. But seeing in person for the first time, Clara was surprised at how polite she actually was.
"Hi Clara," Dana greeted with a smile. "My husband recently bought a painting—The Red Canoe—by your father. I absolutely love it."
Clara nodded with a polite smile. "Ah, one of my father’s collectors. Welcome."
They barely got through the pleasantries before Dana got straight to the point. "I’ve always admired your studio jewelry designs. Sorry to drop in unannounced, but I wanted to discuss a custom order for a pair of earrings—face to face."
She pulled a blan
