The campaign had begun with exhilaration. In the early days, Sienna moved through the studio with a sense of purpose that felt almost electric, as though every light, every fabric, every model existed solely to meet her creative momentum. But momentum had a way of shifting beneath her feet. What started as a thrilling rush gradually transformed into something heavier, something that demanded more from her than she had ever given before.
By the second month, she no longer felt as though she was stepping into the studio each morning. She felt as though she lived there. She arrived before the assistants, long before the first pot of coffee had finished brewing, and she left only after the last model had gone home and the lights had been dimmed. Meals became an afterthought. Coffee replaced w
