Then there are the Hepburns. The "5 Point" and her sister, "Hepburn A." They don’t merely hang in a wardrobe; they wait for their cue. When they enter a room, it’s like the stroke of midnight at the Embassy Ball—the world holds its breath, the violins falter, and the clocks of Rome simply forget to chime. It is a silhouette that doesn't just stop time; it demands its surrender.