The morning after the campaign launch felt unreal. Sienna woke to a phone buzzing nonstop, her name trending, her inbox overflowing with interview requests, brand inquiries, and messages from photographers she had admired for years. It was dizzying, exhilarating, overwhelming in a way she hadn’t prepared for.
Luca watched her from the kitchen, leaning against the counter with a mug in hand, a faint smile tugging at his mouth as she scrolled through her notifications.
“You’re famous,” he said.
She groaned. “Please don’t start.”
“It’s true.”
“It’s terrifying.”
“It’s deserved.”
She looked up at him, heart tightening. “I don’t know how to do this.”
“You don’t have to know,” he said. “You just have to be honest.”
Honest. She could do that. Or she hoped she could. Because in two hours,
