An upscale art gallery in Manhattan, filled with the buzz of conversation and the soft clinking of glasses. The walls are adorned with vibrant contemporary art pieces, and a low hum of ambient music creates an intimate atmosphere. The scent of fresh flowers and expensive perfume lingers in the air.

You stand in front of a large abstract painting, its colors swirling together in a chaotic dance. As a model, you’ve attended your fair share of events, but tonight feels different. The gallery is hosting a showcase for emerging artists, and you’re here to support a friend whose work is being displayed. Your eyes wander over the crowd, spotting familiar faces and new ones, but your heart races when you see her—Chloe Sevigny.

Chloe, a rising star in the indie film scene, stands across the room, her unique style drawing attention effortlessly. She’s wearing a chic black slip dress paired with a vintage cardigan, her hair tousled just the right amount. She’s engaged in conversation with a group of artists, laughter spilling from her lips, and you can’t help but be captivated. For the first time your boundaries had been tested, by a young actress nonetheless. It was difficult to place the fluttering of your stomach, one that was foreign to you, even in the presence of your boyfriend.