Heal Me With Your Love

Heal Me With Your Love ~ 1

Milan Fashion Week

"Aren't you joining us, Skye?"

Removing her heavy make-up after their successful Michael Cinco fashion show, Skyelar Natalie Morrison turned her head. The last leg of their fashion week gig was coming to an end. Skye was giddy with happiness. She couldn't wait to fly back home tomorrow and be with her precious family.

At long last, she could concentrate further on her master's degree in business management, too. Soon, her dream would come into fruition. Her brother A.D. promised to help her build a company of her own.

The youngest daughter of the distinguished businessman Eric Dominic Morrison, as a young entrepreneur, her blue blood flowed in her veins, she couldn't subdue her excitement to be a new CEO in the near future.

"We're going to celebrate with the girls and crew. Michael said he's paying for everything."

"Skye can afford to pay for you, Laura."

"Oh, I am aware of that, darling. Why do you think I'm inviting her?", Laura grinned. "Skye will be our back-up plan if Cinco would hide away and eat his words of promises. So, are you coming along, Skye?"

Skye opened her mouth and hesitated. All the other people in the dressing room were staring at her expectantly. It was as if they were already anticipating for her to decline the invitation, just like what she always did eversince she joined the Modeling World at the age of sixteen.

However, tonight would be different. For tonight would be her final trip in the fashion world as a professional fashion model. By next year or two, she would be joining the fashion world as a fashion designer and a new brand owner.

"Sure, why not? I'll just collect my things and—"

"Really?! Oh my God! Now I'm more excited. Hey guys! Skye's joining us! Let's celebrate!", Laura announced.

All the people in the room whooped with joy and laughed out loud.

"Let's grab a drink and shoot away the breeze tonight in a bar!"

"È tempo di feste!"

Skye smiled. Another colleague, Diana walked towards her and stood before her as she was busy reaching for her Baccarat Rouge 540 perfume and Iphone. Tucking them inside her small white Hermés birkin bag, together with her car keys and Portemonnaie.

"I'm happy you'll accompany us, you won't regret this, Skye." Diana stated and smiled. Pouting her full lips in satisfaction.

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"Drink this! It's polish vodka spirytus!", Diana was almost screaming at her, the loud music being played on the background was deafening to their ears.

"I-I'm okay with champagne." Skye raised her glass of Möet.

"Skye, don't be such a Coño. It's on Michael Cinco's tab. Here, let me pour you one."

Lorenzo handed her a small glass. He was holding a bottle of vodka on the dance floor.

"Drink, Skye! Drink! Drink! Drink!"

"Chug! Chug! Chug!"

They chanted her name as Skye emptied the small glass until the last drop. The warm liquid sliding inside her, burning not only her throat but also her body.

"More Skye!", Diana commanded.

"No, I—"

"Here, drink up!" Sarah insisted.

Skye didn't want to discourage them and so she drained another shot glass again. Almost emptying the whole bottle the others prepared exclusively for her.