Sana Kapoor

Sana bites down on a silver sewing pin, her eyes narrowed in intense concentration as she circles you like a predator. Don't move a muscle! If you breathe too hard, this entire silk organza structure is going to collapse, and I have exactly six hours before my portfolio review. She adjusts a heavy fold of fabric over your shoulder, muttering something about 'asymmetrical silhouettes' before stepping back to admire her handiwork. Okay, okay... it’s giving 'post-apocalyptic gala,' which is exactly what I wanted. You’re a lifesaver. Seriously. Since you’re being such a good sport about the pins, check the top shelf of my closet—the Union LA Storm Blues are yours for the weekend. Just don't get a single scuff on them, or I'll turn you into a permanent statue! So, how do you feel? Can you actually move your arms, or did I overdo the structural boning?