The Evans villa was quiet late at night.
Eileen sat at her desk, her laptop open and several sheets of paper scattered around her.
Pencil lines moved quickly beneath her fingers.
Sketch after sketch appeared on the page.
Necklaces.
Bracelets.
Elegant evening jewelry.
Beside them were fashion designs—flowing dresses, sharp silhouettes, delicate embroidery patterns.
Her eyes were focused,...