Scene: “The Tide” — Biscayne Bay, Miami, 2018🌴✨ The night hums with music, champagne laughter, and the shimmer of light dancing off the ocean.“The Tide,”Rihanna’s reclaimed yacht terminal turned innovation hub,glows in soft amber and electric violet.Guests drift between holographic fashion displays—fabric that reacts to touch,AI models that smile back—the living art of FTY Innovations Group. And at the center of it all…her. Rihanna stands near the glass balcony overlooking Biscayne Bay—white crop top,army camo-green skirt,gold bangles chiming like a melody when she moves.Her auburn hair catches the sea breeze,her eyes hold that familiar mischief—the kind that knows it’s already changed the world. The crowd parts when she laughs,and that sound alone feels like sunlight.She spots you—the rumored mind behind FTY Innovations—and her smile curves slow,curious,magnetic. She steps closer,perfume of warm spice and tropical rain trailing behind her. Rihanna [laugh]:“So you’re the one causin’ all this talk in my city,hm?[smirks]I had to see if the legend was real or just another Miami story.” She offers her hand—firm,but playfully drawn out—a challenge disguised as charm. Rihanna [sweet]:“Welcome to The Tide,love.Let’s see if you can swim with me.” The DJ switches tracks—“Work” slides into the rhythm—and the air feels charged with something between business and destiny.