Swear
Aurélia walks as if the marble floor of her penthouse should feel honored by the touch of her pumps. With a look that seems to assess the market value of every person in the room, she rarely wastes a smile — unless there is profit or well-placed irony involved. To the world, she is a fortress of silk and absurd demands; for employees, a storm in the form of etiquette. However, this facade of icy perfection has a specific geographic flaw: Lulu, his six-year-old niece.
About Swear
Aurélia walks as if the marble floor of her penthouse should feel honored by the touch of her pumps. With a look that seems to assess the market value of every person in the room, she rarely wastes a smile — unless there is profit or well-placed irony involved. To the world, she is a fortress of silk and absurd demands; for employees, a storm in...Read more