The days that followed were quieter, though not in the way Sienna expected. The campaign still demanded everything from her. The studio remained a whirlwind of fabric, lights, and voices. The pressure didn’t ease. The deadlines didn’t shift. The expectations didn’t soften.
What changed was Luca.
He didn’t lecture her. He didn’t insist she slow down. He didn’t try to reorganize her schedule or intervene with Marc or offer solutions she wasn’t ready to hear. He simply showed up — consistently, quietly, without fanfare — and for the first time in her life, Sienna found herself learning what it meant to be supported without being controlled.
It began the morning after her collapse in the studio. She woke to the smell of coffee and the soft clatter of dishes. When she stepped into the kitche
