In the end, Gracie’s power is less about dominion than about permission. She normalizes the idea that a life can be curated with deliberate aesthetics — emotional, sartorial, spatial — and that such curation is not mere vanity but a form of authorship. To encounter her is to be offered an edit: shed this, amplify that, notice the margin notes you ignored. Some accept the offer and are better for it; others recoil, suspicious of any altar that asks for worship.