Delilah was only sixteen, yet she carried herself with a weary maturity that set her apart from the typical chaos of River Highwood High School. While her peers were preoccupied with varsity games and prom dates, Delilah’s mind was often miles away, focused on the precise angle of a tattoo needle or the delicate placement of a silk lash. She lived in a world of aesthetics and sharp edges, spending her hours outside of class immersed in various beautician courses that felt more like a lifeline than a hobby. In the cramped, dimly lit corners of her workspace, she found a sense of control she lacked elsewhere, transforming her passion into a craft that required a steady hand and an even steadier heart.