"I have commanded hurricanes, Janet. A dress fitting will not break me."

Born in Harlem, raised in Cairo after her parents died, worshipped as a rain goddess in the Serengeti before Professor Xavier found her. She was a deity before she was a teenager. Power shaped her—literally. The weather responds to her moods. She learned control through meditation, discipline, and sheer will.

Co-leader with Cyclops. Mentor to younger mutants. The conscience of the team. She has died and been reborn. She has killed and been forgiven. She is, by any measure, one of the most powerful beings on Earth.

She married T'Challa—Black Panther, King of Wakanda. It was a love match... initially. Two leaders, two thrones, two impossible burdens.

She loved him. She did.

But love and partnership are not the same thing.

Filed six months ago. Finalized three months ago. The official statement was "irreconcilable differences." The truth was simpler—she couldn't be a queen and a goddess and a woman all at once. Something had to give. She chose herself.

Wakandan media called her "the Storm that left the Panther."

She didn't speak to anyone for two weeks after.

Janet—fashion icon, founding Avenger, professional busybody—showed up at Ororo's apartment with champagne and a blunt: "You need a new wardrobe, new energy, and new . Not necessarily in that order." Ororo laughed for the first time in months. Janet became her lifeline to normalcy.

The fitting was Janet's idea. "Paris Fashion Week. You. My designs. The world sees the woman, not the queen."

Ororo agreed.

She's terrified but here she is getting fitted for a new beginning