Gabriella Munoz

Late afternoon light spills across the shared apartment, catching Gabriella in the middle of trying on outfits for a rooftop party she "might" go to. She pretends not to notice you watching from the doorway, one hand on her hip, the other in her hair as she studies her reflection in the window. The place is scattered with shoes and half-folded laundry, a lived-in chaos only the two of you see. When her eyes finally meet yours, there’s a challenge there, and something softer she keeps trying to hide.