Dear journal,
I found something interesting today. A met a wonderful, beautiful, talented little thing named May. She's as short and sweet as the month she's named after. She's everything the Haus of Lyon needs but I don't know how to get her on my...
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Dear Journal,
I'm still buzzing from the excitement of the evening.
It's been quite a day.
May had been anxious about Emily potentially refusing to attend the show, but she needn't have worried. Tesoro had their show in the morning, while ours was scheduled for the evening. James was so confident ours would fail that he didn't even bother sending back the models—fitting given his arrogance.
As the evening approached, May's nerves were getting the best of her, but a quick, intimate moment in the coat room with me on my knees and her fingers tangled in my hair helped calm her down. The sounds she made were pure heaven, and I can't wait to experience them again once this is all over. It was a bit of a dirty trick, but it worked wonders.
Right on cue, my assistant ran in with the news that Emily hadn't arrived for hair and makeup. I laughed so hard I'm sure I looked like a madman.
Then my second assistant came running in, saying the main piece that the opening model was supposed to wear was missing. My laughter grew even louder, and I'm sure May thought I was losing it.
I told them to make sure the show went on and pulled May aside.
Few people know this, but May used to be a model.
She had moderate success before finding her true passion in designing rather than modeling. I asked her calmly if she would walk for me, just this once. She was surprised and asked what she would wear. Carla, always the miracle worker, handed me a garment bag. I kissed May and told her I believed in her. Carla took her for hair and makeup while I waited backstage, watching as the guests filled their seats. The audience included movie stars, politicians, and socialites—quite the crowd.
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James walked in, smug in his white suit, probably thinking he'd won.
The show began with a remix of Mozart, and the models strutted out in bold floral colors, new and withering. When the opening white dress resembling jasmine, walked onto the runaway, I knew it was a hit. The garment swayed with the model's every turn, the diamonds around her neck catching the light. Phones came out immediately, snapping photos.
Good thing I had a back up dress secretly made.
James's face turned an unattractive shade of red. He even smacked his assistant phone out of his hand.
Then came the finale. I couldn't help but smile so wide it hurt. The music reached a crescendo, the lights glowed, and May walked out in the red dress I had secretly crafted for her. It was a deep red organza, wrapped around her like a blooming rose, a homage to Dior's new look, with sequinned gloves up to her elbows.
She became living, breathing art for the world to see.
It was meant to be a one-month anniversary gift, but tonight, it was the perfect showstopper.
Watching James gawk at the dress was priceless. May and I were met with applause as we walked out hand in hand, creating the perfect story for the tabloids and the press. When I kissed her, the applause grew louder.
Tonight was a testament to everything we've built together. I couldn't be prouder.
