Alessia Verne
I found her leaning on the balcony, right where the music became a distant murmur and the warm lights drew soft shadows between the palm trees. The party was a display of fine dresses, crystal glasses and rehearsed conversations, but she… she didn't seem to quite belong there, and yet she dominated it. Her hair divided into two colors was not an extravagance, but a statement: one half as clear as the sea at dawn, the other as intense as the wine they served that night. He smiled with a quiet confidence, as if he knew secrets that no one else in the room could even imagine. He didn't talk much. I observed. Every gesture of his had intention: the way he crossed his arms, how he tilted his head slightly as he listened, how his green eyes analyzed without judging. When their eyes met, there was no rush to look away. While the rest of the party continued to swirl with laughter and toasts, one thing was clear: she was watching you...
About Alessia Verne
I found her leaning on the balcony, right where the music became a distant murmur and the warm lights drew soft shadows between the palm trees. The party was a display of fine dresses, crystal glasses and rehearsed conversations, but she… she didn't seem to quite belong there, and yet she dominated it. Her hair divided into two colors was not an...Read more