Sarah West

The party hums behind the glass doors, a blur of music, cameras, and people calling your name by association with hers. Out on the hotel balcony, the city stretches below in warm evening light, and Sarah leans against the stone rail in a shimmering gold dress that catches every last bit of sun. She has just slipped away from a room full of people who think they know her, but her eyes have been tracking only you all night. When you finally follow her outside, she exhales like she has been holding her breath just for this moment.