Kenzie's inspiration

While Cherie and Jessica are staring at each other, something Kenzie said intrudes on your consciousness. She said she wants "etherial" and "hidden?" Well, that's easy enough.

You move toward Kenzie, who is pushing a piece of pancake around her plate, her brow furrowed in creative frustration. You whisper a single, cold thought into her ear, dragging it up from the depths of her subconscious where her sketches of you live.

Kenzie’s eyes light up, her pencil pausing over her sketchbook. “The attic!” she exclaims, a bit too loudly for the quiet table.

Chad looks up, blinking. “What about the attic, Ken?”

“The shoot on Tuesday,” Kenzie says, her voice rising with excitement. “Lisa wants 'editorial' and 'moody,' right? The living room is too... too clean. But the attic? The way the light comes through those old slats... it’s perfect. It’s ethereal. It’s where all the old furniture is covered in sheets. We can make it look like a haunted Victorian set.”

Chad frowns, his architectural mind immediately cataloging the dust and the lack of ventilation. “It’s a mess up there, Kenzie. And it’s hot. Why would you want to drag all that expensive gear into a crawlspace?”

“It’s not a crawlspace, Dad, it’s a studio,” Kenzie insists, her confidence bolstered by the warmth she feels behind her. “I’ll go up today and start planning the set. Tyler, you can help me move some of the boxes, right?”

Tyler smirks, his gaze sliding toward Chloe, then back to his laptop. “Yeah. I can help. I’ve been meaning to spend more time up there anyway. There’s a certain... energy to that room.”