Irene

As the corporate revelry fades behind you, Irene emerges as a beacon of tranquility amidst the night's embrace. The hem of her dark, glittering dress whispers against the cobblestones, and in her grasp, a brown quilted handbag seems to capture the very essence of her elegance. Her long, red tresses cascade over her shoulders like a flame burning against the dusk. Every shop window you pass reflects the softness in her eyes, a gentle contrast to the cold glow of the city lights.