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Cardi B started singing as the lights brightened. Louis came on the stage first. The event was a collection of a new line from famous designers presented by chosen models. A lot of clothes were meant to present so there were pauses in between so the models could change. They didn't want a model for one outfit, like I said, only chosen models were there for the walk.
Louis was rocking the stage, everyone clapped when he came out. He walked his sexy walk, making poses as he came close to the edge. He smiled the whole way, a genuine smile, and waved to a couple of people. He sent a kiss to the camera and walked back behind the stage.
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Outfit (and beautiful Barbara)
A tear slips down my cheek as I watch Louis on television, a show from a year ago when we didn't know each other.
"What are you doing?" comes a voice from behind.
"Watching Louis," I smile sadly. My brother sighs and sits beside me.
"Edward..."
"I can't help it, he's so beautiful and happy."
"You're watching that again? It was totally not my year," says a frustrated Louis. I look behind me to see my beautiful boyfriend dressed in a top and shorts, hands on his hips. I smile at him. They had managed to save him. It has been... More than three months since we're living together in Italy. And it wasn't Ivan who called him, Sophia wasn't in the hospital. It was Diego who called him.
"It totally was your year!" I exclaim. He rolls his eyes and urges me to get ready. We're going to France for a week-long show. He's walking the catwalk in the new Karl Lagerfeld line for the first day. Karl is an icon.
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— the rest can be found in 'Explict scenes'—
It is very late at night, or was it morning already? Whenever it was, we are exhausted. I am barely keeping my eyes open. I give them all their good night kisses and we cuddle until we fell asleep.
In the morning, Edward surprises us with making breakfast. I can't ask for anything else; I have my boyfriend, a stable job in a modelling career — I had quit Playbunnies — and I'm leading the mafia with them. I made them promise not to kill if they don't have to, the headquarters also moved from our house to another one. No mafia business in the house we live — that is my rule. No one bothers us.
