Saturday morning in Seattle broke with glorious, golden perfection. The waters of Elliott Bay were a mirror of calm turquoise, reflecting the cloudless summer sky and the majestic snow-covered peaks of the Olympic Mountains rising like silent white sentinels in the west. High in the master suite of the Belltown penthouse, the morning was filled with the soft rustle of silk organza and the sweet, uplifting fragrance of white calla…
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