( 🍸 ) 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 nine ——— ₊ ⊹ lingering touches 🪩
( 🏙️ ) manhattan, new york city
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———— THE WEEKS AFTER had been tedious for nicholas. all he did was, surprisingly, work, eat, and — barely — sleep. he saw the days on the calendar go by extremely fast for his liking, watching fashion week approach more and more.
and all he had were works he was not satisfied with.
"you still have time," chandler would always repeat, but three months were basically nothing for nicholas.
as he watched the empty mannequin in front of him, the flowing sound of a curtain being pulled open caught his attention, his head turning around as he ran his fingers in his hair.
his eyes darted to the blonde girl and how she adjusted the dress wrapped around her body, "i don't think this fits me well."
"it does," he objected, checking the dress and seeing how unevenly she had put it on. the dress itself was beautiful: the main piece was a dark blue see-through fabric that remembered the night sky, covered by a lacy flower pattern that gave even more definition to the curves of the model. the long skirt faded towards a darker shade of blue, almost black, and was flowy and comfortable for salem. the dress was elegant but alluring at the same time.
he suppressed a sigh before adding, "it's your exact measurements, come here."
he pointed to a full-length mirror hanging on the wall, a squared pedestal in front of it. nicholas nodded to the pedestal, and salem held the long skirt of the dress to walk more easily. she looked up, watching his relaxed expression, which was unusual to her.
she suppressed a laugh before stepping on top of the pedestal like he said, dropping the dress skirt to the ground. he snorted, a small smile growing on his face, "look how badly you put it on."
