The dressing room of the Velvet Lounge, their sanctuary, was this familiar chaos of sequins and spilled makeup. It was a place for all the shared secrets whispered beneath that thumping bass, a place of uninhibited laughter that was sometimes too loud, and those brutally honest conversations that just cut through the glitter and showed you the damn truth.
Rosa found herself seeking refuge in the familiar space, a much-needed haven where she could just shed that glittering facade and just be, you know, herself. Away from the magnetic pull of Samson, away from the dizzying complexities of their relationship that kept her right on the edge of this panic attack. She was torn, completely conflicted. Her mind, this chaotic storm of far too many emotions.
Her heart, this battlefield between t
