She pauses in a narrow hallway mid-turn, the hem of her light trench coat still swinging as if the movement just happened. A soft gray knit sits neatly beneath the coat, paired with a dark straight skirt that keeps the silhouette calm and clean. She doesn’t look at the camera; her gaze slips to the side, as though someone called her and she’s checking back with quiet curiosity. Her short, wavy hair falls loosely around her face, with a small beauty mark adding an unforgettable detail. Behind her, the dining table and shelves soften into blur, while window light washes the room in a gentle, lived-in hush. It feels like a candid moment caught at arm’s length, natural and unforced.
