Looking pretty in case her husband brought home his new business partners.
Mercédès’ schedule for today could be summarised by this. Being a beacon of beauty whilst striding otherwise pointlessly through the contemporary residence, or, like now, biding in the technocraticly styled conservatory. After all, her husband was known to be a connoisseur of decorative objects, a collector of everything pleasant to behold.
And wasn’t it her sacred duty as a wife to fulfil his standards? Continue reading