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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Yes, they made up by the end of the night. But still, she wondered why didn't he communicate he was going to be at the show. And much worse, was he really doing what he said he was at that party, with some other girl?
She wanted to savour the good parts, there were so many good parts. But her mind kept nagging at all the things that kept her uncomfortable. She couldn't feel fully safe with him.
And yet, she thought, he must like me. We've seen each other a couple of times now, and it only gets better.
She knew there was a whole world to explore here.
She just didn't want it to end before its time.
Isabelle continued her journey home, the mixed feelings from her morning visit to Milo's apartment still swirling within her. The city's bustling energy seemed to match the chaotic thoughts in her mind. She felt a longing for a message, a call, any sign that Milo was thinking of her, that he was as committed to making their relationship work as she was.
As she arrived at her stylish downtown apartment, she slipped off her heels, one of the many perks of being an off-duty model. Her life was a whirlwind of glamorous photoshoots, runway shows, and jet-setting to exotic locations for international fashion campaigns. But today, her apartment was a sanctuary, a place where she could finally unwind and be herself.
Isabelle's day-to-day routine as an off-duty model was a stark contrast to the glitz and glamour of the runway. She relished the simplicity of it. She changed into comfortable, casual clothes, letting her long, chestnut hair flow freely as she moved about her space. She loved the solitude that her apartment offered, a respite from the constant attention and scrutiny of the fashion world.
Her routine was predictable yet soothing. She made herself a cup of herbal tea and settled onto her plush couch with a book. The apartment was filled with the soft scent of candles, and the afternoon sun bathed the space in a warm, golden glow. It was her haven, a place where she could decompress and escape the chaos of the modeling industry.
As the hours passed, Isabelle's phone remained conspicuously silent. No text, no call from Milo. Doubt began to creep back in, and she found herself periodically checking her phone, hoping for a message that never arrived. She thought about reaching out to him herself, but a stubborn part of her resisted. She wanted him to take the initiative, to show that he cared as much as she did.
Evening descended, casting long shadows across her apartment. Isabelle couldn't help but wonder where Milo was and what he was doing. Her heart ached with the uncertainty of it all. She knew that being a model came with its own set of challenges, but she also understood that relationships required effort and communication.
As the day turned into night, Isabelle continued to go about her routine, a mixture of hope and apprehension in her heart. She knew that the next step in their journey together would depend on how they navigated the challenges and uncertainties that lay ahead, and she hoped that Milo would soon reach out to bridge the gap that had formed between them.
