(Lena)
I worked through the rest of the afternoon without looking up much.
The concept boards for Midtown started to take shape in front of me the way good projects always did, piece by piece until the whole thing began to make sense. Kitchen direction first, then the terrace, then the second floor lighting plan that needed to feel intentional instead of staged. Every decision connected cleanly to the next one, and that was exactly what I needed after the call with Cole.
Cora came in twice, once with printed finish references and once with a contractor update. The Thursday meeting was confirmed, Peter had sent revised timing on the kitchen wall discussion, and Vivienne wanted to be copied on all contractor communication going forward. That last part didn’t surprise me. She had struck me
