Chapter 3
📍PARIS, FRANCE🇫🇷
~Tory's POV~
The next morning, I woke up to a ton of Instagram notifications. Sitting up in bed, I opened the app and saw countless clips of me walking down the runway. I felt incredibly proud of myself and this huge achievement. Pharrell Williams even posted about all the models, which made the moment feel even more surreal.
I immediately called my mom, knowing she was probably awake by then. As soon as she picked up, she screamed with joy, "Tory, I am so proud of you!" Her voice cracked as she started tearing up.
"Don't cry, Mom. I'm happy I could make you proud," I reassured her.
She asked me a few questions about how the show went, and we chatted for almost an hour before hanging up. Afterward, I called Camilla to come up to my room before we headed down for breakfast.
A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. I opened it to find Camilla standing there with a smile.
"Good morning," she said, and we hugged.
I went to the bathroom to start getting ready while we continued talking about how exciting and surreal yesterday was. Once I finished, still in my black silk pajamas, Camilla and I left the room and walked toward the elevator.
"Girllll, why didn't you help me when I fell yesterday?" I teased her as the elevator descended.
"I froze! You bumped into Jude Bellingham – that's not just anybody!" she laughed.
We both cracked up as we stepped out of the elevator and entered the dining room.
"THERE HE IS!" Camilla said excitedly, gesturing toward him.
I looked up and saw Jude walking toward us, and suddenly, I felt a wave of nerves, even though we had met the day before. He was dressed casually in baggy jeans, a blue hoodie, and LANVIN sneakers
"Here's the model who bumped into me yesterday," he teased with a grin."You bumped into me!" I replied, giving him a shy smile.
"Nice pjs they look good on you" he said and smiled.
He then complimented both Camilla and me on our runway performance before his brother, Jobe, called him over. He said his goodbyes and walked back to his family.
Camilla's smile was wider than ever. She couldn't believe she had just met Jude Bellingham, the Starboy of Real Madrid. She's a huge football fan, unlike me. I didn't really have a interest for football but my dad influenced me so i do have s bit of football knowledge.
We had breakfast, relaxed for a bit, and then decided to explore Paris and grab dinner later. Camilla and I treated ourselves to some shopping, spending on a few expensive items, and wandered around the city for hours.
Eventually, Camilla started complaining about being hungry, so we decided to have dinner at a fancy restaurant near the Eiffel Tower. That way, we could visit the tower afterward.
"Table for two," I told the waiter as we entered the restaurant. He escorted us to a table, and we waited for the menus. It wasn't too busy that night, which was nice.
A few minutes later, the waiter brought our menus, and we were so hungry we ordered right away. As we waited for our food, I noticed Jude, his brother, and his parents walking in. Even from a distance, his muscular build was easy to recognize.
He spotted me and made his way over. "It's the model again! I keep forgetting to ask your name," he said with a playful grin.
Feeling bold, I smiled and asked, "Did you miss me?" And stood up from my seat.
"I did," he replied, pulling me into a hug. I hugged him back, giving a cheeky smile. After a brief chat, he returned to his family.
Camilla and I enjoyed a lovely dinner, and afterward, we rented scooters to head to the Eiffel Tower because we were too lazy to walk. We took some very cute pictures there before heading back to the hotel.
Exhausted from the day, we went straight to bed, feeling like we had explored every inch of Paris.
A/N: I hope you guys liked this! I feel like I'm improving – let me know what you think!
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