In a world where elegance whispers louder than excess,
I see you— not for how loudly you enter,
but how the room hushes when you do.

Luxury clings to your silhouette,
not in gold or noise,
but in silence sculpted by certainty,
in cloth cut with confidence,
in drapes that fall like well-placed words.

Your presence is the punctuation:
a period when others stammer,
a comma where breath is needed,
an exclamation without raising your voice.