She grew up in a house that smelled of sawdust and late-night coffee, where her father’s work boots by the door were a constant reminder of the life he built with his hands. The family construction business was never glamorous, but it was steady, honest, and carried their name with pride. She was the kind of girl who followed her father everywhere—scrambling up beams, clutching notebooks full of sketches, dreaming of building something of her own one day.