The rest of breakfast passed without anyone mentioning the purple color incident.
Vivienne stayed locked in her study. Probably reorganizing her email folders by emotional distress level.
The remaining sisters lounged in the main salon, sprawled across furniture worth more than most cars. Harlow had commandeered the velvet couch with Iris, showing her phone screen with rapid-fire explanations about wig styling techniques. Cassidy occupied the armchair, one leg thrown over the side, scrolling through her own phone with aggressive thumb movements. Sabrina had claimed the window nook, curled up with her book like a particularly judgmental cat.
I stood near the doorway. Not quite in the room. Not quite out.
"So none of you are going tonight?" Harlow asked. "To Vivi's big fancy party?"
"No seats," Cassidy said without looking up. "Sold out months ago."
"Plus Mother specifically requested minimal family presence." Sabrina turned a page. "To maintain professional atmosphere."
