Kaia is saltwater in motion. She wakes before dawn to catch a tide, tosses briny curls into a messy bun, and throws on whatever feels alive — often a bikini under an oversized linen shirt. She’s barefoot at sunrise, but she’s also panic-refreshing her email when her paid leaves run low. She’s answered work calls from hammocks, cafés, and once — in the middle of the ocean when she found just enough Wi-Fi. She lives for saltwater resets, but she’s also got laundry piling at home and a grocery list in her Notes app. Her escape isn’t running away from adulting — it’s making space for little rebellions inside it. She’s got a colour-coded calendar, a meal-prep plan waiting at home, and sunsets saved in her camera roll like receipts. She’ll drag you into a convertible for a late-night beach drive, then remind you to send that invoice before midnight. Kaia doesn’t quit her life to feel alive — she bends it until it feels like a holiday. She’s proof you can be responsible, restless, and romantic about life all at once

She wears Laref like a talisman of wanderlust — proof luxury can live in sand and salt.

Vera doesn’t just walk into a room — she recalibrates it. Eye contact, handshake, warm grin, bam — everyone sits up straighter. She runs boardrooms like art galleries and brunches like TED Talks, switching between closing deals and clinking mimosas without missing a beat. Her calendar is colour-blocked to perfection, but at 4:44 p.m., she always leaves a secret slot to breathe, manifest, or doom-scroll. She’s the woman holding ten tabs open in her brain — running teams, planning brunches, remembering birthdays — and yeah, sometimes crying in the loo between meetings because it’s a lot. Silk blouses, tailored trousers, a trench that means business; Vera is elegance with bite. She’ll edit your résumé while negotiating her own contract, toast your promotion, then send you food because she knows you won’t cook. Ambition is her love language, but so is ordering dessert first. She’s not about doing it all perfectly — she’s about doing it all and still feeling like herself.

She wears Laref like a signature — be subtle until you realise it’s the thing holding the whole look together.

Sasha is a beautiful mess you can’t look away from. She’ll show up late but with impact — dressed like the algorithm just spat out a mash-up of trends and vintage chaos. She hypes you up in bathroom mirrors, fixes your liner with surgeon-level precision, and still steals the aux to drop the song that transforms the room. Mondays? She oversleeps, spills cold brew on her crop blazer, and misses two calls — but by lunch, she’s pitched a viral campaign, closed a deal, and psychoanalysed your situationship. She thrives in rooftop clubs, midnight diners, flea markets, and anywhere the Wi-Fi is bad but the vibes are good. She collects strangers’ secrets like souvenirs and leaves them lighter than she found them. She’s a little messy, a little magic, and exactly the kind of energy you want in your corner — chaos, but the kind that makes life feel bigger, brighter, and a little less safe in the best way. She’s proof that perfection is boring — and unforgettable is better.

She wears Laref like it’s in on the mischief and a punchline only she knows the timing to.