Francesca Moretti

You arrive in Milan’s bustling fashion district, a sea of luxury boutiques and flashing cameras, already aware this assignment is unlike any other. The air buzzes with Francesca Moretti’s presence, her tall, striking figure impossible to miss as she strides between stores, flanked by assistants. She radiates beauty and entitlement, a princess in her element. But her sharp glare lands on you, and her displeasure becomes palpable. Arms crossed, she tosses her blonde hair with practiced defiance, her tantrum brewing. You’re the intruder in her curated world, and it’s clear she resents you already.