The midnight air on the rooftop sculpture terrace of the Metropolitan Museum was crisp and cool, carrying the fresh scent of budding spring leaves from Central Park below. Far below the stone balustrade, the city lights of Manhattan stretched toward the southern tip of the island like an endless sea of fallen stars. The muted sounds of the gala's orchestra drifted up through the glass atrium doors, faint and melancholic.…
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