SEATED before the wide mirror in her luxurious bathroom, Queen gently wiped away her makeover, each stroke of the cotton pad erasing layers of confidence she had worn throughout the day. The lighting above cast a soft glow on her damp skin, and the faint scent of lavender from the bath lingered in the air. Clad in a white towel that wrapped snugly around her, she exhaled, leaning closer to the mirror as if searching her reflection for answers.

Her phone, placed beside her on the marble counter, buzzed to life with a familiar ringtone. She glanced at the screen 'Bianca'. Without hesitation, she swiped to answer, putting it on...