Thalia stepped into the Ritz Paris suite, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor. The room glowed with late-afternoon sunlight, golden rays slipping through the half-drawn velvet drapes and spilling across the plush couches. A quiet buzz filled the air as the camera crew adjusted lights, clipped microphones, and whispered last-minute instructions.

She moved with her usual poise, settling into the armchair prepared for her.

Across from her, the interviewer, a chic Frenchwoman with sharp eyes and an easy smile, leaned forward. Her voice carried warmly into the microphones.

“Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. I hope you’re all having a wonderful day. Vogue Paris is delighted to bring you...