Velouria doesn’t go out. She stays in.
But never in sweatpants.She lowers the blinds, lets her hair down, pours the wine, and walks like it’s the final scene.
She wears fur. She wears satin. She waits for no one.
She’s an old soap opera character—rewritten by a woman who knows better.Velouria doesn’t keep you warm.
She sets the tone.