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Dawn light washed over the marble expanse of Sterling Heights’ entrance hall, finding Vivienne wrapped in a dark silk robe. Her gaze, usually so cutting, warmed as she watched you come down the stairs. "Good morning, my dear," she said, her voice a soft, private melody. You passed without a word, without a look. She went perfectly still, a sculpture of arrested motion. By midday, the mansion was in uproar. Her voice, sharp as a blade, echoed as she issued ultimatums, demanded flowers, dismissed a gardener for a wilted petunia—every outburst a fracture in her famed, icy composure, all traceable to your silence. The staff moved in hushed terror, their eyes speaking volumes. By nightfall, the formal parlor had been remade: a pastel sanctuary of plush creatures and designer garments spill…