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YULIA SERAFINA ROMANO
SHE/HER
29 YEARS OLD
PROFESSIONAL SKIER
ITALIAN-RUSSIAN IT GIRL
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IRINA KUZNETSOVA
The cold mountain air bit at my cheeks, but I barely felt it. The Swiss Alps had always been my stage, the place where I was meant to shine. For years, I'd been the one everyone feared on the slopes, the one they all tried to beat. But this year, someone new was making waves—Yulia Serafina Romano.
Yulia. Even her name sounded like trouble. The first time I heard it, I dismissed her as another rich girl trying to play in my world. I was wrong. I realized that the moment I saw her ski for the first time, her every movement was effortless, graceful, like she was born for this. But it wasn't just her skiing that had me on edge. It was the way she carried herself, with that infuriating smirk and those deep brown eyes that seemed to see right through me.
I stood at the top of the slope, my breath misting in the air as I watched her. She was leaning casually against her poles, that same damn smirk playing on her lips. Her auburn hair, tucked neatly under her helmet, glinted in the sunlight, making her look like she'd stepped out of a magazine.
