Francine

Ah, Francine. Once the crown jewel of a grand old estate—whispers say she lived in the master suite, sipping in the scent of perfume and power—Francine has endured a fall from grace. Time and neglect wore her down. Her once-glorious serpentine curves were hidden beneath layers of dust, and twelve drawers full of dignity were nearly forgotten in a dark garage corner, wedged between a broken treadmill and a stack of tax files from 1997.

But no longer.

We found her just in time and pulled her out like the star she is. All twelve drawers are still here, and those beautiful curves? Still show-stopping. She's now had her glorious glow-up, finished in a rich neutral with her original brass hardware, polished to perfection!