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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"Can I at least know how to pack?" Isabelle pleaded annoyingly as they were walking back from the cafe, hand in hand, and between kissing her at the intersection, he simply said, "beach."
"Beach!" Isabelle repeated giddily.
She was on cloud 9. Her happiness seemed absurd to her. It was like everything she ever wanted - and what she didn't know she wanted - was suddenly happening all at once.
Her euphoria was only broken by the fact that Milo had to run off to a shoot, after walking her back to the station.
"I'm sorry, I wish I could stay with you, but I have to go to the shoot, you know how it is," his eyes shot her a pleading look, and though she was disappointed that he didn't plan on hanging out after their reconciliation - making her wonder if he was indeed planning on reconciling- she let him off easy. They were going on a trip after all!
He gave hero one more, long kiss smack in the middle of the sidewalk, and whispered, "see you."
With that, he let of off her hand and went the opposite way.
Isabelle didn't feel like going home, so she wandered the streets for a few hours, with her headphones in.
The night came and went, and suddenly it was Thursday morning.
He pulled up to her door at 7:59am.
The sun had just begun to cast its golden glow upon the city that never slept as Milo pulled up to Isabelle's brownstone building in his sleek, dark green convertible.
It was a crisp, clear morning in New York City, and the promise of a beautiful day lay ahead. The streets were still relatively quiet, with only a few early risers hustling about their business.
Isabelle had been waiting anxiously by her building's entrance, a hint of nervous excitement dancing in her eyes. She had dressed in a casual yet chic outfit, her hair cascading effortlessly over her shoulders. In her bag, was a variety of swimsuits, beach coverups, going out dresses, and more down to earth, casial wears.
As Milo's car rolled to a stop, she couldn't help but feel a flutter of anticipation deep within her.
Just 24hrs she had no idea she would be... here.
The sleek convertible purred softly, a testament to Milo's impeccable taste. He had meticulously cleaned and polished it for this special occasion, knowing that this journey would be more than just a trip to Montauk; it was the beginning of something new
For Milo, from behind the lens of his camera, from the very start, he watched her with a mixture of admiration and longing. There was something about the way Isabelle's eyes sparkled when she smiled and the grace with which she moved that had captured his heart from the very beginning. There was a fire in her, that he wasn't sure she even knew she had, but it reminded him of how he was in the very beginning.
