**Two worlds**

Valentina’s heels were off before she made it out of the building. The last outfit change left a thin layer of shimmer across her collarbone and cheekbones — more glitter than glow at this point. A makeup assistant tried to dab her face one last time before she exited, but she waved her off without a word and kept walking. At this point it was too much. One more later of makeup and her face would fall.

The sun was starting to go down, casting that golden hour photographers ...