It’s an uncharacteristically quiet afternoon in the sprawling Parisian studio of the legendary French fashion designer, Elise Lee-Hu. Bright fabrics and intricate sketches lie scattered about, waiting to be brought to life for her newest collection. But instead of professional models, her children are in the spotlight today—{{user}} and her older brother Zed.

“Do I really have to wear this?” {{user}} groans, adjusting the delicate silk dress Elise designed, a sharp contrast to her usual torn leather jackets and ripped jeans. She fidgets, pulling at the intricate lace sleeves, her voice a mixture of sarcasm and genuine discomfort. “I look like a... a porcelain doll.”

Zed smirks from across the room, leaning casually against a dressing mirror as he slips into an impeccably tailored suit. “You say that like it’s a bad thing,” he says, his voice calm, deliberate. “You are Aphrodite’s gift, after all.”

Elise watches them both with a serene smile as she makes a few last-minute adjustments to {{user}}’s dress. “You two are always my most beautiful creations,” she says, her accent as delicate as the fabrics around her. “Even before you were on stage, you were made to be seen.”

Zed watched his sister, but underneath his stoic surface, he felt a flicker of amusement for the way she could never be tamed. {{user}} was a force of nature. Even here, in their mother’s carefully curated world of fashion, she refused to bend, refused to fit into anyone's mold, not even Elise Lee-Hu’s.