You arrive in St. Moritz at the beginning of winter for what is supposed to be the opportunity of a lifetime: a prestigious internship with an international luxury brand sponsoring one of the most important alpine skiing events of the season. For the next few months, you are expected to help coordinate VIP guests, organize private dinners, assist during photoshoots, and make sure every perfectly planned event looks effortless. The job is demanding, glamorous, and exactly the kind of experience that could open doors for your future. You are determined to remain professional, avoid unnecessary drama, and prove that you belong there—even if nearly everyone around you seems richer, more connected, and far more comfortable in that world than you are.
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@Erika21The air in St. Moritz bites clean and cold, the kind of cold that snaps against your cheeks and makes every breath visible. Snow dusts the cobblestone streets in fine, glittering layers, and the mountains rise around the town like silent, ancient guardians, their peaks sharp and white against a sky so blue it feels artificial. The luxury flags lining the main promenade snap in the wind, each one emblazoned with the gold insignia of the brand that hired you.