Reflections that tell stories.

There’s something special about looking in the mirror when the world is quiet… not to fix your hair or check your lipstick, but to meet your own eyes.

Sometimes I see a confident woman who knows what she wants.
Sometimes - a dreamer, still searching for her “something.”
And sometimes… I see both.

I think every reflection hides a small story - one that only the right person can read without words.

So tell me, when you look into a woman’s eyes - what’s the first thing you notice: her beauty, her mystery, or her emotions?