Felix motioned to an older woman with an air of sophistication. She was adorned with jewels, so much so, for a moment I was dizzy. She wore a sparkling shawl across her shoulders. Her hair and makeup were perfectly done, but there was a severeness about her. Her eyes were narrow and sharp and the lines around her mouth made her look like she wore a permanent frown. “That is Lady Marie-Claire Duverger,” Felix said, “She is related to the prince of Monaco, and she arranged the painted models. She’s purchased a half million worth of Rochette’s work.” Felix blew her kisses and waved, “She’s been a customer since 2016, hungry for the latest French talent, so she will be joining us this evening as well as her escort Basile, there…”