The next few days passed in a whirlwind of fashion shows, clandestine meetings, and stolen moments of magical training on the ramp and on stage. Mishka felt as though she was living two lives - one in the glittering world of Milan's fashion week, and another in a shadowy realm of spells and secrets.
On the third night after Bruce's revelation, Mishka found herself in a secluded courtyard behind their hotel. The moon hung low and full in the sky, casting an ethereal glow over the ancient stonework. Bruce stood in front of her, his eyes gleaming with an otherworldly light.
"Are you ready?" he asked, his voice low and intense.
Mishka nodded, trying to quell the nervous flutter in her stomach. "I'm ready."
Bruce began to speak, his words in a language Mishka didn't recognize. The air around them seemed to thicken, charged with an invisible energy. Mishka felt a tingling sensation spread from her fingers to her toes.