It had been three weeks of nonstop shoots, and my body still hadn’t adjusted to the pace. Every morning I woke up sore from holding poses too long, my feet blistered from heels. I was only just learning to walk in. But I kept going, because every paycheck reminder in my bank app meant one step closer to getting Eva out of that house and into a doctor’s care. Today was different, though—the biggest collaboration yet between Mr. Enzo’s brand and Prada. I stood backstage with the other ...