HIS GIRL.

The early morning sun cast a rosy hue across the New York sky, golden fingers of light reaching into Hera's spacious apartment. She stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, sipping her coffee quietly, watching the city awaken below.

Today was the day. Her first day at the Griffith University Dance Institute of New York. The best in the whole city. A pearly smile spread across her beautiful face as she thought about it, a blend of excitement and anticipation.

After finishing her coffee, she meticulously washed the cup and returned it to its place. She headed to her room, a sense of purpose guiding her movements. She looked at her reflection: light-skinned, with long caramel-brown hair styled in a voluminous blowout, long lashes, sparkling amber eyes, a cute button nose, and full rosy lips. She was satisfied with her makeup.

From her wardrobe, she selected a white long-sleeve strappy cutout bodysuit and black low-waist cargo pants, pairing them with black and white sneakers. A white bandana tied stylishly in her hair completed the look. Slipping on a few accessories and grabbing her bag, she headed out, ready to conquer her new world.