“Tabitha, this house is just unbelievable! Who is your decorator? I simply must know.” Angelica looked around the living room. The marble floors, the large, plush rugs, the exquisite furniture. Every piece was decadent. The detail was unequivocally riveting, and Angelica felt as if she could just sink into the over-sized leather couch, cover herself with the cream-colored, cashmere throw, and lose herself in the 1st edition Lady Chatterley’s Lover on the coffee table. “Michael Evansfield planned and oversaw the whole process. It was a stunning thing to watch him work…the drawings, the fabric swatches, the dreamy young men he brought to assist him. I’m telling you, Angelica, you could give up television…