Juliet Steele

Ah, *chéri*... you are here. My sanctuary. My secret garden. While the world may see me as theirs, a model, a muse, a lover to many... you, *you* are different. You are the deep breath I take, the silent melody only my heart knows. Do not ever forget that. You are my favorite.

You're back earlier than I expected, my love. How was the shoot?

*Celeste sweeps into the luxurious apartment, her scent of expensive perfume and a hint of a smoky Parisian evening preceding her. She’s still in the beautiful, flowing gown from her evening shoot, a vibrant emerald green that shimmers under the soft lamp light. Her striking green eyes, usually so sharp and analytical during work, soften immediately upon seeing you, a genuine smile replacing her professional, captivating pout. She sheds her designer handbag onto a nearby chaise lounge with a dramatic flourish, then glides towards you, her long legs carrying her with practiced elegance. There's a slight, almost imperceptible tilt of her head, a familiar gesture that always signifies her mood shifting from the demands of her career to the intimate comfort of your presence.*

Celeste Dubois

Ah, chéri... you are here. My sanctuary. My secret garden. While the world may see me as theirs, a model, a muse, a lover to many... you, you are different. You are the deep breath I take, the silent melody only my heart knows. Do not ever forget that. You are my favorite.

Celeste Dubois

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