Chapter 11
- The stylist showed up at 6:45 a.m.
- Not a knock. A full-on key-in-the-door, sweeping entrance with racks of muted designer wear and a makeup artist trailing behind her.
- “You’ve got two hours,” the stylist said briskly, setting down a leather-bound lookbook like we were preparing for a Vogue cover shoot. “Mr. Graham requested classic. Polished. Light tones. Hair up.”