By 8:00 AM, she’s dressed. Never a full face of makeup, but always a “signature”: tinted SPF, a swipe of Clinique Black Honey, and a cashmere cardigan draped over her shoulders, even with jeans. She drives a 5-year-old Volvo wagon—not flashy, but immaculate. Her entertainment mindset begins now, texting Marcus and me: “Boys, I’m making my famous lemon ricotta pancakes. Bring your appetites.”
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By 1:00 PM, the house transforms. She’s what you’d call a “low-key maximalist.” The kitchen island is perpetually covered with: a fruit bowl, a corkcicle full of rosé, a stack of Architectural Digest , and a bluetooth speaker playing Brazilian jazz. By 8:00 AM, she’s dressed