**First day**

The loft was all white walls and wide windows, soaked in soft natural light that made everything look cleaner, richer, and a little too perfect. A curated kind of perfection, carefully scattered greenery in matte black pots, and an entire crew that moved around her like she was a fragile, valuable thing that couldn’t be touched unless necessary.

Valentina stood near the window, arms folded loosely while a stylist adjusted the structured lines of her coat. The black fabric was ...