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Isabel sat in the sun room she used as a studio, taking careful notes as Margo Freco spoke. Her hand sped across the smooth paper as she copied every single word the designer said. "Slow down there," Margo said gently. "Sorry," Isabel replied. "I just can't believe you're giving me a private lesson. I don't want to miss a thing or bother you with any stupid questions or—" Margo smiled, "You're too kind. It's my pleasure, really. When Howard called and invited me here, I was only too happy to accept. You know, I owe him and Devin several favors." "Devin?" she asked. "Oh," Margo said, looking slightly embarrassed. "Don't you know? I have an exclusive contract with the Fields' company. I personally style Abby Fields." "That's why she always looks so amazing," Isabel murmured. "O