The efficient hum of wealth quickly restored the mansion's tranquility, wiping out the brief disturbance of Carson's rage.
The cool controlled light of the late afternoon reflected off the gleaming marble floor in the kitchen.
The sterility and luxury of the silence enveloped Bridget in her opulent room upstairs.
It was her domain, a carefully designed haven of upscale minimalism complete with mirrors that provided endless attractive frames for her immaculate image of polished chrome and crisp whites.
The new Prada jacket was a makeshift pile of tissue paper and the pricey shopping bags were slackly spread out on a chaise lounge.
As she stood before the vanity her phone was already at her ear and she was performing a ritual of self-affirmation by putting a clear gloss on her lips.
