The transformation of Dr. Natalie Sterling into the consort of the Velvet Reaper was an exercise in breathtaking, dangerous artistry. In the private dressing salon of the Rose Tower suite, three master dressmakers and an aesthetician flown in that morning by private jet from Paris had spent four hours preparing her for the Winter Solstice Gala. Every stitch of the gown had been designed to project sovereign authority, dangerous allure,…
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