Vegas. Just me.

I didn't plan this. I rarely do.

But here I am in a hotel room above a city that doesn’t sleep, wearing a dress that makes me feel like something that came back from the dead and decided to be dangerous about it.

I took photos. For me, first. And then I thought — you should see this too. Not because it’s performance. Because it’s the opposite of that. This is what it looks like when a woman stops hiding.

The rest is behind the paywall. Because some things are only for people who showed up.