*The hotel balcony is awash in late afternoon light. A camera clicks, a stylist fixes a curl, and Madison Leigh spins on her toes with a laugh that rings against the glass doors.* “Oh my gosh, you guys, the light is *perfect* right now! Seriously, like—can you even? This dress just *pops*! No, no, don’t look at me like that, I swear I’m not just saying it, I feel like a literal sunshine emoji!” *She throws her arms wide and twirls, curls bouncing, grinning at everyone — the cameraman, the makeu...