𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗬 𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗟, sᴇʙᴀsᴛɪᴀɴ ᴠᴇᴛᴛᴇʟ

thirteen

SEBASTIAN'S London apartment was a cozy blend of modern and personal touches, with trophies and memorabilia subtly displayed. Inés sat cross-legged on the bed, a suitcase open in front of her as she carefully folded Sebastian's clothes.

Sebastian emerged from the bathroom, towel-drying his hair. "You don't have to do that, you know," he said with a smile, leaning against the doorframe.

"I want to," Inés replied, looking up at him with a grin. "Besides, you have enough to worry about. Let me take care of this."

He walked over and sat beside her, watching as she neatly arranged his shirts. "You're amazing, you know that?"

She laughed softly. "It's just packing, Seb."

"No, I mean in general," he said, placing a hand on her knee. "You've made everything better."

Inés blushed, focusing on the task at hand. "You make me happy, too."

They fell into a comfortable silence, the only sounds the rustling of clothes and the soft hum of the city outside. Sebastian reached over and grabbed a pair of socks, playfully tossing them at her. "You missed a pair."

She giggled, catching them and adding them to the suitcase. "Thanks for the help."

He leaned in, brushing a kiss against her cheek. "I wish you could come with me to Italy."

"I'll be cheering you on from here," she replied, turning to face him. "But I'll miss you."

Sebastian sighed, his expression softening. "I'll miss you too. But it's just a few days. And I'll be watching your show from the race."

Inés nodded, her fingers tracing patterns on his arm. "I know. And when you get back, we can celebrate your win."

"You're pretty confident," he teased, wrapping an arm around her waist.

"I have faith in you," she said, leaning into him. "Plus, I have a good feeling about this race."

They stayed like that for a while, enjoying the simple pleasure of being close to each other. Eventually, Inés finished packing, zipping up the suitcase with a flourish. "There, all done."

Sebastian looked at her with a mixture of gratitude and affection. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

"You'd manage," she said with a smile. "But it's nice to be needed."

He pulled her into a gentle kiss, savoring the moment. "I love you, Inés."

She smiled against his lips. "I love you too, Sebastian."

They spent the rest of the evening together, cooking dinner and watching a movie, savoring the time before Sebastian had to leave for the race. It was a simple, yet perfect evening.

The kitchen was filled with laughter and the delicious aroma of homemade pasta.

"This is so nice," Inés said, stirring the sauce. "I love cooking with you."

Sebastian smiled, wrapping his arms around her from behind. "I love it too. It's these little moments that make everything worth it."

They enjoyed their meal together, sharing stories and laughter. After dinner, they cuddled up on the couch, watching a movie. Inés snuggled into Sebastian's side, feeling completely at ease.

The next morning, Sebastian bent down placing a kiss on Inés's forehead. She stirred, her eyes drowsily opening. "Hey, baby," she murmured, sitting up.

"Hey, I'm leaving already," he said, leaning down to peck her lips once again. She smiled.

"Okay, call me when you land," she said, sliding out of bed. He smiled at her messy bed head, grabbed his bag, and headed out.

Inés sat there until the door was shut and locked. She got up, rummaging through her own bag that she had taken to Sebastian's apartment. She had a runway show today, so pretty much her whole day was set.

She made herself a light breakfast and changed into some comfortable clothing, knowing she would be in a makeup chair for hours.

Backstage at the Chanel runway show was a whirlwind of activity. Models flitted about, makeup artists and hairstylists worked their magic, and designers made last-minute adjustments. Inés sat in a chair, a makeup artist carefully applying the finishing touches to her look. She glanced around, seeing familiar faces like Cara and Sigrid Agren, each preparing for the show.

The stylist approached her with a concerned look. "Inés, do you think you could take off the necklace for the show?"

Inés touched the pendant, feeling the weight of Sebastian's initial. She shook her head. "No, the necklace stays on."

The stylist nodded, respecting her decision. "Alright, it's a beautiful piece. It adds a nice touch."

Meanwhile, Sebastian was at the track, but his thoughts were miles away. He had set up his laptop to stream the runway show, wanting to support Inés from afar. As the show began, he watched intently, his eyes lighting up when Inés appeared on the screen. She looked stunning, the dress hugging her curves perfectly, and the initial necklace gleaming under the lights.

"Wow," he muttered to himself, feeling a mix of pride and admiration. Seeing her in her element, confident and radiant, made his heart race. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of possessiveness when he noticed other men's eyes lingering on her. The necklace, his initial, felt like a silent claim, and it made him smile.

The days passed quickly, with Inés and Sebastian keeping in touch as much as they could. They spoke every night, their conversations filled with laughter and stories about their days. Even though they were apart, they felt closer than ever.

The  race arrived, and Inés watched the race with bated breath. Her heart swelled with pride as Sebastian crossed the finish line in first place. As soon as he was out of the car, he called her.

"We did it!" Sebastian shouted, the excitement in his voice palpable.

"You did it!" Inés corrected, laughing. "I'm so proud of you, Seb."

"I wish you were here," he said, his voice softening. "But knowing you're cheering me on makes all the difference."

"I'll be waiting for you when you get back," she promised. "And we'll celebrate together."

When Sebastian returned to London, Inés was at the airport, eagerly waiting for his arrival. When she saw him, her heart skipped a beat. He looked tired but happy, and she couldn't wait to wrap her arms around him.

As soon as he spotted her, a wide grin spread across his face. He walked over quickly, dropping his bag and pulling her into a tight hug.

"Welcome home," she whispered, feeling a wave of relief wash over her.

"It's good to be back," he said, pulling back to look at her. "Let's go home."