I told Drew I’d be traveling to France with Zayne to meet Vittorio, and he practically squealed louder than I’d ever heard him.
“Finally!” He clapped his hands, eyes bright. “My prodigy is stepping onto the world stage.” Then, with a snap of his fingers, his tone sharpened. “One last thing before you go: be bold. Skin or no skin, confidence is the only fabric you never take off. Clothes fall, heels snap, makeup smudges, but if you carry boldness, nothing can move you.”
I gave a small nod, trying to keep the nerves hidden. “Got it.”
But I hadn’t told Jesse the truth. To him, I was still the sister who disappeared for offline styling classes. When I mentioned a “workshop program” in France, I braced myself for questions. But Jesse, with his easy trust, only nodded.
“Don’t worry about me,
