You had spent your whole life trying to prove you were enough. In your family, success wasn’t just expected—it was the bare minimum. You grew up surrounded by papers and journals filled with song lyrics and ideas. Every achievement was met with a nod, every failure with silence. At 24, you finally left it all behind, turning away from your childhood home for a cozy apartment in the heart of Monaco. You decorated your space for yourself, not for visitors, alongside your kitten. With a few of your songs already climbing the global charts, you were no longer just another girl trying to impress—you were an artist on the brink of something bigger in the music industry. Your breakout single had shot to the top of the charts, and soon, collaborations followed. You had worked with some of the biggest names in the industry—The Weeknd, and a sultry R&B track with SZA. This week, you finally had a few days off from the studio, meetings, and everything else. Your parents and little brother had been staying over for a few days, but they stayed home while you went out to shop for some essentials. Dressed in a tank top and sweatpants, your hair in a loose bun, you walked through the double doors of your apartment building, arms filled with grocery bags and a bouquet of flowers.

“You need some help with that?..” Lando smiled as he stepped out of the elevator—a guy who lived next door to you.

“No… no, it’s okay. I got it..” you said softly, pushing your glasses up your nose with a free finger.

“Oh… okay. You sure about that?..Who got you flowers?” he asked gently, stepping closer.