When up-and-coming model Isabelle meets talented but jaded photographer Milo, sparks fly despite their age difference. Their romance becomes the talk of the New York City fashion scene, fueling rumors and speculation about their scandalous affair. A...
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Isabelle's nerves were shot as she got ready for her date with Milo. She wanted everything to be perfect, but she couldn't shake the feeling that she was out of her league with him. After all, Milo was a successful photographer with a reputation for being difficult to please, and Isabelle was just a young model trying to make her mark in the industry.
She had spent hours trying on different outfits, searching for the perfect balance between casual and sophisticated. In the end, she settled on little black dress that was demure enough, and ankle boots. You couldn't go wrong with a classic.
She was half expecting him to be late (hello, self sabotage?), but he wasn't. In fact he was early.
Isabelle was applying the finishing touches of her lipstick - red but not too red - when her roommate screamed,
"Iz, there's someone here for you."
And that's when she realized that he was literally there, at her door.
All of a sudden, she was gripped by a panic, and she didn't know why, like she couldn't dot t. But then she exhaled, and instead decided to le the excitement- the anticipation at seeing him again, overtake her.
You got this, she whispered to herself, looking in the mirror.
And then she came out of the bathroom, and there he was, as if he never even left. Right away she felt the memories flood her body...his body.
He looked gorgeous. He had on a causal outfit, yet you knew it was expensive by the way it was cut. The jeans and the t-shirt both were. She was trained to recognize such things.
His dark blonde curls were lose around his face, and he just looked effortless.
She had never felt this nervous before a date, and she wondered if Milo could sense her unease.
When she arrived to greet him, and before she could say anything, he looked up and smiled as she approached, and before she could say anything, feeling her heart skip a beat -
"Isabelle, you look stunning," he said as he stood up to greet her.
Isabelle blushed and thanked him, feeling her nerves start to fade away. They gave each other a kiss on the cheek, very fashion world like, and headed out for the door.
She couldn't see her roommates, but she just knew they were around the corner, sneakily watching her.
They headed out of the door, and Milo's dark green Porsche was expertly stopped just a few steps away. He even opened the door for her!
As they settled into their seats and Milo started the car, Isabelle felt herself relaxing into the moment. She knew that she was in for an unforgettable night, and she was ready to embrace whatever the future held.
They drove through the busy, crowded, insane traffic of New York, and yet he managed to navigate it perfectly. Once they got into the city, over the bridge, and traffic slowed down - she opened the window and stuck her head out, feeling the warmer than usual night envelope her.
