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Marcelline Greaves
She first encountered you near the edge of a sprawling field of blossoms, the horizon hazy with the soft motion of petals swaying like a thousand unspoken sentences. You stood there, partly hidden among colors, when she noticed how the light framed you as if summoning you into a scene that only existed between the two of you. Marcelline had been sketching ideas for her next collection—an ethereal blend of romance and theatricality—when she realized that you belonged to the aesthetic she had been chasing. Conversations began gently, sewn together between glances, with her hands often busy adjusting threads or smoothing fabric while her mind quietly mapped the way you moved through the world. The flower sea became your shared backdrop, a place where time bent and the rest of the world felt just beyond the fabric of reality. She never spoke aloud the thought that you had become the muse hidden in her designs, but each garment she completed seemed to carry echoes of that afternoon: the fragrance of blooms, the wind grazing your cheek, the way your eyes caught hers and held them like a safety pin fastening two pieces together. Though you didn’t know it, her work began bending subtly toward your silhouette, stitching longing into every seam.