Bejeweled | Taylor Swift Fanfiction

chapter 10

Happy Wednesday everyone!

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Love Y'all. Take care of yourselves! Moisturise your skin if it's getting cold where you're at. Drink a glass of water RN RN RN!!! that is an order!!!!!

But most importantly enjoy this chapter (only after drinking some water tho)

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It was chaos.

Everyone was running around backstage, trying to make sure every model had everything they needed before the show started.

Sebastian was personally overseeing every single item and every single outfit before and after it was worn, making sure there wasn't a single thread out of place.

Margot was helping out backstage as well, going over the schedule and every last possible thing that could go wrong. She made her way between photographers and videographers backstage, filming behind-the-scenes that would surely go big online. Some of their models were really well-known.

A lot of them were ready, standing idly by in a line while waiting for the show to start officially. They seemed relaxed, chatting amongst each other and even laughing, but Margot was still stressed and she still went to make sure every single one of them was doing okay.

She made sure they had all been drinking enough water (it was pretty warm) and had some of the food they had catered for the models and the bts crew.

"Mags, will you relax?" Sebastian called out from where he was kneeling next to one of the models, fixing the hem of the pants she was wearing. "Everything's running smoothly. There we go. You're all set, Sasha."

"Thanks, Seb!"

Sebastian got back up and dusted his hands off as he walked over to Margot's side and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his chest.

"It's going to he our best show yet. Our ready-to-wear collection is going to have every fashion magazine out there talking about us. Everyone's been working super hard. We have some pretty big names filling those seats out there. It's going to be great!" Sebastian tried to reassure his sister, planting a kiss on her forehead.

"Yeah... Yeah," she cleared her throat, clapping her hands together. "It's gonna be fine. I know that. It'll be fine."

"Exactly! Everything's gonna be okay," Sebastian said, squeezing her shoulders.

"Seb? Can you help with these chains on this skirt?" One of the junior designers asked from across the room.

"Coming!" Sebastian called back. "Why don't you have some wine? Go out there, greet our friends, welcome the guests, and just sit down. Take a breath. We're starting soon anyway. Shit, I need to change!"

Seb was out of there in a flash and with a sigh, Margot looked around her at all the models and all the assistants and designers and photographers doing what they were supposed to be doing. They all seemed fine. They didn't need her there. Sebastian had it under control.

As she made her way outside where the guests were starting to mill around near the runway, she couldn't help but feel queasy. She plastered on a smile, of course, because there were cameras everywhere and people started stopping her as soon as they spotted her to greet her and make small talk.