"Beneath the golden hush of an old Italian villa, three women move like poetry - unhurried, luminous, eternal. A daydream drawn from warm afternoons, open windows and the kind of beauty that lingers long after it's gone. Pastels open the story, soft, fluid and touched by morning light. Golds and silvers follow, reflecting the quiet decadence of midday. As the day deepens, so do the colours. Rich jewel tones that speak in quiet confidence. Each garment is a fragment of a feeling, a visual memory wrapped in craftsmanship, echoing the faded romance of distant places. There is no beginning or end here, only a mood. Fiorelli captures what cannot be said, only felt"