Enzo Salvatore- a wealthy business man by day, sexy mafia boss by night. He has it all. The money, the looks, the wealth, and usually the women. Yet when he crosses paths with Aria, he feels as though he's missing an important piece.
Aria Lopez- she...
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It's been a week since I last saw Enzo. Not like i'm expecting to see him or anything, I barely know the guy!
Although I wouldn't mind getting to know him. Heh wink wink.
But as a strong and independent woman that needs no man in her life, I'm carrying on pretending like he doesn't exist. Except that's false because I see him in his office everyday, It's not like I'm looking for him on purpose or anything. He's just always there. Which makes sense considering he owns the building.
I'm broke out of my thoughts as I hear a loud bang come from downstairs.
"Girl your ass better be packed and ready for this fashion week or I'm leaving without you" Lola shouts. How did she get into my house?
"Earth to Aria" And now she's waving her hand in my face.
"Did you just bite my hand?!" I saw an opportunity. I took the opportunity. Can't blame me, y'all would do the exact same thing if you had a friend as annoying as her.
"Yep I'm ready to go" I say as I haul my big ass suitcase off the bed. We're only going for 5 days but you have to pack like it's 10. Stupid fashion industry unspoken rules.
——————————————————————————— We arrived in Milan for fashion week last night and honestly so think it was a mistake bringing Lola, she will not shut up.
Then again she is one of the models for the show. Okay maybe she should be here then.
My first show is taking place in less than 3 hours and to say I'm unprepared is an understatement. This show is prioritising our new line that's launching next month. That's the scary bit because people are either going to love it or hate it.
The models are all getting ready with the makeup and hair specialists whilst I'm making sure that all the pieces fit them perfectly.
"Why aren't you ready" Lola asks me, bitch I'm not the one walking down the runway I don't need to be ready.
"Because I'm getting the girls ready first" I say with a dumbfounded expression on my face.
"You do realise people will be looking at you just as much as they look at us...right?" Lola exclaims. Why would they? Oh wait, I have to be sat out there.
"Crap! I forgot, quick go find me a dress" I shoo her away. I don't actually need her to find me a dress, I already have one hung up but I just need her ass out of my way for the next hour at least.
She runs off in her heals. Damn I am so smart.
Okay maybe that wasn't the right thing to do to your friend. Oh well.
It's nearly time for the show to begin but we're just doing the last few touches to the girls' makeup. It's got to be perfect.
Once that's all finished I make my way from backstage to go and find my seat in the crowd. I'm really excited to see all my new pieces in their glory but also shitting myself in case anything goes wrong. God I hate being an over thinker. Maybe that's what I should change my job to, 'a professional over thinker'. I mean it's a good title...kind of.
