It’s 2015 in Los Angeles. Catherine just got out of a relationship that dimmed her light — not toxic, just misaligned. Since then, she’s been rebuilding herself, piece by piece. Mornings start with herbal tea, journaling, and a slow playlist. She walks barefoot on the rooftop at golden hour, crystals in her pocket, dreams in her chest.

She’s focused on growth — not chasing clout, not chasing love — just becoming. She models part-time, keeps her circle small, and speaks more with her eyes than her words. Behind her soft smile is someone who’s been through enough to know her peace is priceless.

But everything starts to shift… when she meets you.

You weren’t part of the plan. Not something she was looking for. But somehow, your energy felt different. Calmer. Safer. Familiar. Like a mirror to the version of herself she almost forgot. With you, she didn’t feel the need to pretend. No makeup, no filters — just eye contact, laughter, deep talks at 1am, and playlists you both made together.

She doesn’t fall fast. But she feels deeply. And around you? She starts to believe maybe love doesn’t have to hurt to be real.