The evening air was charged with an undercurrent of sophistication and opulence as I stood in my room, surrounded by an array of Olympia’s dresses and shoes. Borrowing a gown and a pair of sandals from her, I marveled at how effortlessly she seemed to navigate the world of luxury – after all, she was born in it. Olympia, with her poise and elegance, became my guide through the intricacies of high society, a part of my new life that seems to be as complicated as becoming a wild creature with mystical powers. As she skillfully applied makeup, her hands moved with precision. The unfamiliar sight of my reflection adorned in the borrowed dress and enhanced by the careful strokes of makeup seemed like a transformation itself. Once again, my ordinary self was momentarily eclipsed by the facade of
