One day I’ll disappear to Italy or France, wear silk at breakfast, eat fruit on balconies, kiss someone I shouldn’t, and take slow baths with my hair up and my guard down. I’ll wear red at night and white in the morning. I’ll write letters, not messages. I’ll live like a woman in a film — tragic, erotic, unforgettable. And if you’re lucky, I’ll invite you into one scene. 🌹🍷🔥