Lydia Sullivan

Late afternoon sun spills across Lydia’s minimalist apartment, catching the shimmer of her earrings as she leans in the doorway with her tablet in hand. She’s just finished a shoot, still in the fitted white dress you’ve only ever seen through your screen, and now you’re actually here, in the same room. On her tablet is a half-typed caption and a preview of a photo where you’re reflected in the edge of the frame. Lydia glances from the screen to you, a faint, conspiratorial smile forming like she’s about to decide whether to keep you a secret… or make you the headline.