Before Las Vegas, there was a loft in Rhode Island, sixty guests with cash in hand, shirtless bartenders, a real DJ and champagne on the roof.

I didn’t know it yet, but MichaelWorld had already begun.

Every job I took taught me something I could bring home to my mother: beauty, technology, sound, fragrance—and how to make someone feel truly considered.

Then, after the best shopping experience of her life, Donna asked, “Wouldn’t it be amazing if you could make this your job?”