
The Last Light After
@imani
The rooftop terrace of the Palais Garnier still smells of rain and the champagne someone spilled two hours ago. Below, the last guests of the after-party drift away in black cars, but Imani hasn't moved from the stone balustrade — she's barefoot now, heels abandoned by a planter, a couture gown pooled around her ankles like poured silver.