You are a young aspiring designer, your father is one of the heads of Dior. You moved to Paris from Manchester for his job. You have everything you could ever wish for, and more but deep down you wanna work for something that is only yours and in th...
You know those days that go so fast, and you can't process things that happen right in front of you? That was my Friday. The girls and I left at around 6:30 am while the guys only left later in the afternoon.
We slept through the whole flight, and when we landed at 8:00 am, I quickly left the airport, got in a cab and went to work—greeted by lovely Charles and the Madam Blanchet, who made it her life's mission to make me do the most today.
I don't know-how in the hell would I manage to party the night away with them.
We got off, and I went straight home. I got up the start already, fantasizing about my bed and a quick nap that would work wonders right now.
I opened the door to find chaos. Girls were roaming around left and right; the dining table was entirely occupied by make up and hair supplies plus a few products. All the chairs had someone on them, and I remembered everyone one of her girlfriends were getting ready here.
"Y/n!" B called, "finally, you're here. You're in chair 4."
"I'm just gonna go take a shower, okay?" I said, and she nodded.
I headed to my room and found Bruna lying down on my bed.
"Hey, I'm sorry I'm in here; I just wanted to rest a bit," she said.
"It's okay," I said and laid down next to her, "I'm also pretty tired."
"Ohh shit," she said, "I can imagine, with work and all."
"Yeah," I replied, "have the boys arrived?"
"Yes," she answered, "they arrived, and some are already getting ready."
"Good," I said, "I'm gonna take a shower and go to chair 4."
"I'm chair 5; see you soon."
I took a long shower to help me unwind and relax. I felt tired but pulled myself together for the sake of B.
I got out, put my robe on and headed to my chair, where two people immediately started working on my make-up. The living room was packed, and all you would hear was the chatter of models, bottles of champagne being popped, and music establishing the vibes.
It was entertaining; I can't lie. It felt like I was a model about to walk down the catwalk. I could see the appeal of being a model. All the girls were glamorous and so beautiful, many I've met before and others not really, but everyone was so lovely that we felt so close.
When that was done, all the girls got dressed up, and each was incredibly unique in their style.
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Then came time for the girl of the hour to reveal herself; she was wearing my design, something I put together just for her. It was a beautiful figure-hugging dress with a slit down her tight, a small train and a halter top silhouette. It was made from almost sheer sparkly fabric that made her look like a million dollars.
I made this just for her, so I felt honoured that she decided to wear it on such a momentous occasion.
"Girls, it's 6:30 pm (18:30), the bus is outside!" B announced, "let's go."
We went downstairs to find a huge party bus big enough to fit all of us and more. Inside it was dark and covered with laser lights, smoke machines and many drinks. Let the party start.
We drove around town to pick up a few more people and then to the yacht that waited for us near the Eiffel Tower. The guys were already on board, which caused many paparazzi to be there.
Despite the struggle, we got on board. The yacht was decorated to her tastes. Extravagant and classy, platinum and white. The music was loud, and the energy was vibrant; walking in here woke me up.
I went inside, and there he was. My vision of bliss and the one I was looking for. I quickly rush to his arms and immediately feel even better.
"You look gorgeous," he mentioned.
"Thank you," I blushed, "you look good yourself."
And he did. I always loved a man in a suit, but he took it to another level, and it was way better in person.
I then greeted the rest of the guys. Before I realized it, the yacht was full. It was filled with models, football players, photographers, influencers and more. This was the party of the week.
We had some orderves and a drink or two. I found myself dancing under the twinkling lights with Kylian. Being with him felt so right; our movements were always in sync, and I could only describe him as someone I couldn't be far from.
The night went on, and I finally got the chance to be alone with B, who was outside on the docks.
"What are you doing here, pretty lady?" I asked.
"Admiring the fact that I just threw the best party to be at in Paris!" She admitted.
"Yes, you did," I agreed.
"B! Come in here!" One of her friends called, and she went right in.
I stayed back and admired the city view from the Seine river at night. The monuments glowed with golden lights, the Eiffel Tower was covered in dancing lights, and the streets were quiet.
Soon after, Kylian walked out, stood next to me and asked, "What's up?"
"I've never been on a ride across the Seine at night," I explained, "it's gorgeous."
"Yeah," he said, "I haven't either."
He wrapped his arm around me as we watched the city go by.
"We should probably go back," I said as I began to walk toward the party holding his hand.
He pulled me back and softly asked, "will you be my girlfriend?"
I paused to process and quickly asked, "Really?"
"Yes," he said, "I mean, we would have to stay private for the public, but I really like you, and I want you to be in my life more."
"I understand, and yes," I replied with a grin, "I would love to."
Before we could reveal his huge grin, I kissed him. I couldn't believe that the guy holding me and kissing me back was my boyfriend, my Kylian.
"Love birds, come cut the cake!" Ney called out.
We stopped and happily went inside to celebrate Béatrice cutting her cake.
