What is he trying to prove?
The way he kept looking at me made my heart ache. The longing look in his eyes never deflected from me. It made me feel so many emotions that I couldn't express in words. He kissed me before I left to board the plane. I kissed him back with the same intensity. He didn't say anything after that. He kept standing there with both hands in his pocket while I walked away. I felt heaviness in my chest before I walked away from there. I kept feeling his eyes on my back until I disappeared behind the doors. Something in his gaze was making me restless. Why was he looking at me as if I was taking his life away from him? The heaviness in my chest became even heavier. I took a deep breath to push it away but I couldn't. I just couldn't. Even when I closed my eyes, his blue eyes flashed in front of me. I opened my eyes and took a deep breath to make this unease go away. It's not like I'm going to be away for two years. If it's only for two weeks, then why the hell am I feeling this uneasiness? I was busy in my thoughts when Aria walked to my seat.
“Are you ok?” she asked while looking at me with furrowed brows. My face was giving away the uneasiness I was feeling.
“I'm fine,” I said with a forced smile on my face. Her eyes narrowed in my way because my face was still telling another story.
“Don't tell me you are already missing your husband, and that's the reason behind this sad look on your face,” Aria asked with a look of disbelief on her face. She knows Erick and my relationship is not flowers and roses. I understand her reaction. I exhale deeply while averting my eyes from her.
“No! It's not the reason. It's the nervousness of our show and nothing else,” I said, still looking here and there, not meeting her eyes. Her eyes are narrowed in my way. She was still sceptical, but she decided not to budge on that topic more. It was our first time doing Paris Fashion Week. I have attended many fashion weeks in four cities, but today we are going to be the first to be presenting. We are launching our brand internally in Paris Fashion Week, and it was making me so nervous. It was my second sensation behind the uneasiness I was feeling. I hope the show turns out to be the best. It has been my dream to come here to represent my brand. I hope everything goes as planned.
“Don't worry, we are going to rock the show, and I have no doubts about it. So stop stressing and call your husband before the plane takes off. He must be waiting for your call,” she said before walking away to her seat. I grabbed my cell phone. I bit on my lower lip while staring at his name on the screen.
“Should I call him?” I whispered under my breath, still looking at his name on the screen. He must be driving. I shouldn't disturb him. I exhaled deeply before keeping away my cell phone. I decided to call him when I landed in Paris. I decided to close my eyes for now because it's the only way to stop worrying about all unnecessary things. I was about to fall asleep when my cell phone started to ring. The plan has still not taken off. It was him. His name was flashing on my screen.
“Hello,” I whispered in my small voice immediately after picking up the call.
“Eat your meals at the right time and take care,” he said in his calm voice. My heart felt even more heavy when he said that.
“All passengers, please switch on your phone,” I hear the air hostess announce.
“Hmm, you too,” I said before cutting the call. Our conversation was short because of it. The emotions I was feeling intensified even more. The whole journey, those feelings kept on having my chest. I ended up sleeping the entire journey to stop myself from overthinking. When I landed in Paris, instead of calling him, I messaged him because it must be night there. After that, I got so busy with my work. We still had to finalise the dresses of all the models. Who had lost more weight for the show? Their life is so hard. Some even looked pale because of weight loss.
“Are you done?” I asked Aria, who arrived out of the dressing room.
“Yeah, everything is perfect now. We have to pray that everything goes as we have explained,” she said while looking exhausted. It was late at night, and we were still working. I was exhausted, too, and hungry on top of it.
“Let's go grab dinner before I faint,” I said while collecting my things. I have not eaten anything since breakfast. I was so busy that I forgot to eat.
“Me too,” she said while grabbing her things. If Evelyn had been here, she would have made sure we ate on time. But she is coming next week for the show with her family. We went to a small restaurant that was open at this time.
“Tomorrow's show is making me so nervous,” I said while sipping the wine we ordered. It was delicious and instantly relaxed my tense muscles.
“I'm getting nervous too,” she said, maturing my feelings. She was scrolling through her cell phone while sipping on her wine.
“Holly fuck,” she said suddenly. Almost spitting the wine out of her mouth.
“What happened?” I asked, handing her the tissue.
“Do you know the big, luxurious place in which Paris Fashion Week is held belongs to whom?” she asked while looking at me with wide eyes. My brows furrowed, and I thought for a second.
“Maybe a rich guy or politician,” I said while shrugging my shoulders. She gave me a look of disbelief when I said.
“It belongs to Erick Villain,” An amused look glinted in her eyes, and she told the name, which made me spit out my wine. My eyes almost bulged out of my eye socket. It was my time curse.
“Holy fuck!”
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