When up-and-coming model Isabelle meets talented but jaded photographer Milo, sparks fly despite their age difference. Their romance becomes the talk of the New York City fashion scene, fueling rumors and speculation about their scandalous affair. A...
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The wheels hit the pavement, the sun shone. The music blasted. Top down, hair in the wind, smooth swishing of wing against her skin. Glasses, glamourous, old school Hollywood.
She lookd over at him and realized she had everyhting she needed, right here.
He smile at her, taking her hand, bringin it to his lips. SHe loved when he did that.
They stopped a a gas station, where hse bough a pink plastic hat. Or rather, he bought it for her, when he saw her trying it on jokingyl.
Then they went to a diner, for a cheat meal. Burgers and a coke...milkshakes.
He let her drive, after that, just before they got into hte city, where Isabelle insisted that he take over, having enough exhiliration from the open road as it was.
Then, justo n the outskittso fh te city, the lights glimeirng in the distqanace, he poulled into the car rental place.
"What are we doing?" She asked him.
"Trust me," he smirked.
He dissapeared then, and when he came back, he led her ot hteother side of hte garage, where there was...a bike. Amotorcylce.
"Uh-uh, are you serious?" She asekd, her heart beating faster. Her mothers word's rinign hin her ears, don't get onto the backs of motrocycle, Izzy, especially with boys...
"Trust me," he swhispered, grabbign ehr hand, leading her to it.
"I didn't know you dorve motrocycles.." Isabelle said as she looked at him stadning there, putting his helmet on, handing her his.
"I don't," he said wiht a stratight face, then after seeing hte fearo n her face he broke int oa laugh, "I'm kidding, Izzy, I did this all the time when I was growing up. Don't worry," he said, handing her the helmet.
She looked at him, seeing that he was telling the truth in his eyes. And anyaway, it was too alte, she wouldve followeed him anywhere already.
"Okay," she said, putting hte helmet on. "What about our stuff?" She asked, gesturing towqads the overpacking that she brought here.
"Don't worry, those will meet us at the hotel," he patted the seat behind him, having straddle the biek already.
She followed his lead.
"Okay," she said again. Getting on behind him, and clinging on to him for dear life.
They weaved effortlessly between the traffic.
The lights overwhelmed her. The energym the buzz, the aritifical plam trees and hte neon haze.
Vegas was something else. Mostly becauseh ere she was, with mIlo, and in love. It may have been sin city, but to her, it felt like heaven.
