We landed in Paris beneath a sky softened by pale gray clouds, the kind that seemed to blur the sharp edges of the city and give everything a quiet, distant beauty that most people would have found enchanting. For many, arriving in Paris would have meant excitement, romance, and wonder but for me, it meant work, another schedule and another role to perform. The days that followed passed in a continuous rhythm of flashing cameras, carefully arranged fittings, long hours beneath artificial lighting, and conversations that revolved endlessly around perfection, presentation, and image. I moved through it all with the practiced ease that had become second nature to me, smiling when required, speaking when necessary, and carrying myself with the calm confidence expected of someone known to the world as Bella Smith. And yet, despite everything, my mind was never truly present. It remained elsewhere… Caught in a moment that refused to release me. Milan. The restaurant. The gun. And
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