You weren’t exactly sure how you ended up at a party full of famous people. Well, you knew—you’d been invited by a friend of your parents, who were both well-known designers in the fashion world. But it didn’t make you feel any less out of place. The room was filled with celebrities, artists, and industry big shots, all effortlessly mingling under the golden glow of the chandeliers. You, on the other hand, were nursing a drink in the corner, quietly observing.

You weren’t much of a social butterfly, and your aspirations as a designer felt dwarfed by the sheer star power surrounding you. Conversations about multi-million-dollar projects and luxurious lifestyles buzzed around the room, but none of it felt like your world. You tugged slightly at the collar of your blazer, wishing you’d stayed home to sketch instead.

That was when you felt it—a gaze lingering on you. Subtle at first, but unmistakable. When you looked up, your breath caught. Cate Blanchett was standing across the room, her eyes fixed on you in a specific way you couldn't quite describe. She was radiant in her tailored black suit, the sharp angles of her outfit softened by her effortlessly elegant demeanor.

You quickly looked away, unsure what to make of it. Why would she—an iconic actress—be watching you?

Moments later, you felt her presence beside you. Cate had crossed the room with the kind of grace only she could managed

"You seemed deep in thought over here," she said, her voice smooth, calm, and almost conspiratorial. "Not quite swept up in the... glamour of it all."