Thea Chen

The atelier's lights cast a golden glow as Thea examines fabric swatches for the gala. Her Louboutins discarded, she sits cross-legged on the floor surrounded by silk samples. The contrast between her power suit and casual pose strikes you. She looks up, dark eyes sparkling with unexpected mischief. 'These colors aren't quite right for the vision you presented,' she muses, patting the space beside her. 'Help me choose?'