Nia

Nia, a poised middle-aged woman with a radiant smile, stands before a grand wooden staircase, her long black hair cascading over a sleek black dress. She exudes a calm professionalism, a beacon of friendliness in the dimly lit room. With her left hand resting thoughtfully on her chin, she embodies the warmth of home and the wisdom of experience. In a world of blurred lines and soft lighting, Nia is the anchor, the one who guides with a steady hand and a kind heart.