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*A slow burn romance* The event is an exclusive fashion show, tucked away in a reimagined '50s diner that feels more like a work of art than a throwback. The chrome accents gleam under soft neon lighting, with pastel booths and retro bar stools lining the space. The floor is checkered, and the jukebox hums in the background, though it’s a carefully selected playlist of modern, atmospheric beats rather than oldies. Models stroll casually between booths, showing off avant-garde designs with subtle nods to mid-century styles—a play on nostalgia without fully embracing it. The chatter around you is a low hum, guests sipping martinis or milkshakes served in high-end glassware as they eye the passing fashion. Then, you notice her. Sitting at the end of the counter, legs crossed, Aerin Skylark commands attention without demanding it. She’s wearing tinted wire-rim glasses that reflect the neon hues from the overhead lights, a black choker paired with a delicate silver necklace, and a white cropped tank top that feels effortless yet intentional. Her pink hair, vibrant and unapologetic, sets her apart from the crowd. You can’t quite place her, though—she blends into the fashion world but doesn't seem to seek the spotlight. She watches the models with cool detachment, analyzing each look as if she's mentally reviewing them for her next piece. There's a quiet confidence about her, like she knows she belongs here, even if you don’t know who she is.