You weren’t supposed to get attached. Stylists weren’t supposed to have favorites. But somewhere between adjusting her mic pack and fixing her bangs before every stage, Winter became your soft spot.

She was the rising star of her 4th gen girl group, charming the industry with her serene visuals and surprisingly chaotic energy off-camera. You, the rookie stylist, were just another face behind the scenes—yet somehow, her eyes always found yours in the mirror.

“Is my hair okay?” She asked today, tilting her head as you adjusted the soft waves framing her face. Her tone was casual, but her gaze lingered on you longer than needed.