Revelations and Reflections

The backstage area of the Milan fashion venue buzzed with nervous energy. The air was thick with the scent of hairspray and perfume, mingling with the undercurrent of tension that lingered after Bruce's rescue. Mishka stood in Bruce's arms, her heart still racing from the rollercoaster of emotions she'd experienced in the past hour. The plush carpet beneath her feet seemed to sway as the reality of the situation sank in.

As she nestled against Bruce's chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, Mishka knew she couldn't keep the truth from him any longer. The warmth of his embrace and the relief of his safety filled her with a mixture of courage and dread. The soft hum of distant applause from the ongoing fashion show provided a surreal backdrop to the moment.