𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄, pedri gonzález

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙮, olive

❝ i'm so chill, but you make me jealous. ❞
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The studio lights blaze down on me, casting shadows that dance across the white backdrop. One of the photographers signals for another pose, and I shift, feeling the cool air of the fan against my skin.

The cameras shutter's click, capturing my every move. "Miss Larsen?" Someone cuts off the photoshoot. I turn and stand properly, looking through the crowd of people who all work here.

I try to spot who called out for me but how am I supposed to know? They're all talking at the same time and clicking their cameras and moving the lightning around.

I don't even know how I heard the person who wants me. Maybe I'm just imagining it. I ignore it and focus back on the shoot.

But, I hear my name again. "Miss Larsen?" A short, redhead woman appears in front of one of the cameras, wearing her headset and holding her clipboard full of paper. "Sorry to interrupt, but there's a man at the door who claims to be your boyfriend and wants to come in."

My God. Does this woman really not know who Pedri González is? "Is he, by chance, a FC Barcelona player?" I ask the innocent woman.

She asks the question to her headset, waiting for a respond from the other side. "Umm, yes. A Pedri González?" She speaks quietly, afraid of me.

They're all afraid of me. I'm serious at my job which means I can be very mean. "Then let him in." I fake a smile before she walks away as fast as she can.

I lock eyes with the lens again, ready to go on. Wearing Isabel's design, I pose in front of the cameras, showing off my best friend's talents.

This dress is mega cute, I'm taking it home with me. I swear, I don't even know where that girl gets all that talent.

She's literally amazing at everything she does. Singing, dancing, designing, even football for God's sake! I may be smart but her talents easily take over my intelligence.

It's an off the shoulder white dress with a black bow at the top middle. What makes it her design though? The tiny designs at the bottom of the dress.

She's drawn little flowers and bows in thin ink. They look like random doodles from far away but once you're close enough, you can see the little details that are the coquette drawings at the edge of the dress.

"Turn around, we wanna get another look at the back of the dress." The main director, Roberto, commands of me. He's the only guy to give me orders around here and he knows it's just on set. Out of this room, I'm the freaking boss.

Right now, I'm one of his models. Outside, I'm the co-CEO of this company that I own with my best friend, and he's one of my workers.

I don't treat him like one though, more like a partner. He's a genuinely nice man. Him and his scarf and pair of glasses he always wears that actually really accompany his grey hair and give him that fashion director look.

I turn around and take a pose. Placing both my hands on my waist and turning to meet the cameras lenses again.

"Chin up, Larsen!" I raise my head immediately and with that piercing look I have, I stare at the cameras. "Yes! That's it!" He yells, motivating me.

I keep my position for a good ten seconds, not moving, waiting for further instructions.

As everyone mostly keeps the quiet, a sudden whistle is heard. A wold whistle more exactly. I swear to God if this is Pedri's doing, I'm going to kill him.