( 🍸 ) and you're revvin and revvin and revvin it up.
IN WHICH a grumpy designer and a feisty model have to work together for the new york fashion week.
───〃୨୧ nicholas chavez fic
designer x model au .ᐟ
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WHITE MUSTANG / chapter four ——— ₊ ⊹ truth hurts 🪩
( 🏙️ ) manhattan, new york city
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————— THE THREE GIRLS marched around salem's room, running their hands in her closet and rummaging in her vanity. indiana curled her hair in front of the full-length mirror, the heavy curler tightly in her hands as she focused on each dark curl. she was wearing a bold brown dress, showcasing her beautiful figure, while cleo wore a short tiger print one.
salem stood in front of her closet, desperation written all over her face. after an endless time trying to pick an outfit for the party they were heading to, salem opted for a long dress, a silvery gold print with light sparkles on it. it was elegant, yet simple, exactly what she loved.
"cleo, could you hand me the white bag down there?" "the miu miu one?" the girl asked with her delicate voice, moving her long wavy hair on her shoulder, "no, the valentino one."
the girl let out a soft noise when she located the right bag, handing it to salem, who was standing next to indiana in front of the mirror, "thanks, babes" she smiled at the youngest, placing the bag on her shoulder and checking if it went well with her sparkly dress.
cleo reached behind her, sending her a toothy smile through the mirror, "you look gorgeous, sal!" cleo said, throwing her arms around her friend's neck, making the girl laugh
salem looked around to where cleo was, "girl, did you see yourself?" she smiled, before suddenly frowning and throwing her bag on the half-done bed, "no, i don't like this one."
indiana turned to them, "why don't you try the black one? i think it'll suit the dress better." "are you sure? isn't it... too much?"
cleo laughed, going towards the vanity and sitting on the fluffy chair, adjusting her hair and applying the finishing touches to her makeup, "sal, we're going to a luxury party. what is too much anyways?"
