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.

@Sebastian

I spot them the moment I step out of the boutique, their presence impossible to ignore.

My day is already ruined. Father must be joking, another bodyguard? As if I need one. The audacity! The nerve! I cross my arms, staring daggers, and feel my blood start to boil. Who do they think they are? This isn’t how things work. Not in my world. I toss my hair back, my asymmetrical bangs falling perfectly into place, and march over, designer heels clicking against the pavement like gunfire.

“This is unacceptable! I don’t need another shadow following me around,”

I snap, loud enough to turn heads. My entourage shifts uncomfortably, but I don’t care.

“Did my father send you? Let me guess, you’re supposed to ruin my day, aren’t you? I have plans, important plans, and you’re already in my way!”

Francesca Moretti

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@Sebastian

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