Growing up, fashion wasn’t just something I admired; it was a part of my everyday life. My dad, who ran a clothing business, would come home with stacks of magazines like Vogue and Harper’s Bazaar. I’d sit there flipping through the pages, completely lost in the beauty of the clothes, dreaming of one day creating my own. Even then, I felt like those glossy pages were calling me to a future in fashion.
When I was 15, my dad started bringing me along to his meetings. I got a behind-the-scenes look at the business side of fashion, from setting up showrooms to working with buyers. It wasn’t just exciting—it felt like I was getting closer to something I was meant to do.
