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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They went out ot dinner that night. She was wearing a short, white dress. Accentuating her tan skin, Milo couldnt stop coming up to her, biting her ass, kissing her breasts.
She was getting butterflies, getting ready. And he made her feel that way. Earlier that night, he looked at her in a way, in bed, and she knew that he loved her. Finally, that look was unmistakeable.
Her long, soft waves, fell over her shoulder. Milo was wearing light blue denim jeans, and a long sleeve. H ewas also tan, his Hari growing out.
Togetherm they looked even more beautiuflul - healthy, young and full of power.
As they walked thorugh the hot streets, corweded with families and children and groups of adults - men and women - doing bachelorettes. The energy was palaplabale. It was one of those perfect, hot evening. Buzzing with electiricty.
Milo's hand moved down her arm, intertwinign their fingers, holding onto each other. Always holding onto each other, the external changing, but them togetehr their presence held each other in place, tethered to the Earth.
"You look beautifulm tonight," he bent down to whisper to her as they walked.
Isabelle smiled, slightly blushing. She gripped his Han tighter.
At dinner, with a bottle of hwite wine between them, Milo was being talkative.
"I was thiniknig a lot...about everything..the next steps," Milo was goiing on about his life, her life, their life.
She didn't thinkmuch about it, didnt feel like it was anything out of the oridnary. She gave him her whole attention.
They lost the plot a little bti, after that.
After tha, there wasa bar crawl. And she was ebginnign to understand why Vegas was Vwgas, it had a way of sucking you in, in a way that you never intended to be sucked in in the first place, but you let it happen neertheless.
They went to one bar, then another, then at that point, all bets were off becuase they were actually placing bets at the casiono. Milo's hand around her waist, her sitting on his lap. Laughing. The neon lights, the glitter, the neck breaking speeds at twhic that city, that ocuntry lived. It was all intoxicating. Not to mention the Molly. Milo didn't want to give it to her, but she begged him for some, never having done it before. She wanted to now.
So, of course, he found her some, unwillingly but he gave in.
Next thing she knew, the carousel ride was speeding up. He took some too.
Then they were making out by the fountatin, and for am moment she thought they were in Rome, by the Trevetti fountain.
They were walking the streets then, high on life and love itself, when Milo stopped all of a sudden.
Isaeblle, laughing, looked at him.
"Why are we stopped?" She asked, focusing on his eyes. Doing her best to focus on his eyes. She was rolling.
He nudged his head to the side, and seh followed to see what he was talking about. Then she saw it. The little white chapel. Her eyes widened.
"Well," Milo asked, a hand on her face, "what do you think?" He was peering into her eyes. "I love you, Isabelle. Let's do something crazy. Why not? We're just two kids in love, and you make me feel...invincible, Izzy. Its you I want, forever. What do you say, let's make it official?"
Isabelle didn't know what to say. She looked at him, at Milo, and before her a million images flashed before her eyes. Their eyes, meeting for htei frsit time, his hands, the whiseky, his eyes. Them, in a car, on a boat, on a plane....here. The way he looked ath er htat night. The way she felt about him since the start, yes, she thought, since the moement they met. How was it possible? He was right. They were tow wild, crazy kids in love. And ofr oncei n her life, she wasn't going to let the feat stop her.
She looked past him, at the little white chape,, and then back at him with a new resolve. She paused, there wer a few moements in the air when the air stood still.
"Ask me," she said, suddenly.
"What?" Milo asked her.
"Ask me, the right way." She said with resolve.
Milo lowered his head, and looked back up. He tirmed Arond, and then turnign nabck towards her, he got down on one knee.
There was now a little rowd congregating aorun them.
He took off the ring form hisp inky finger, and grabbing her hand, he looked her in the eyes and said,
"Isabelle, I love you. Will you marry me?"
She said yes, before she realized it. Benidng down, hgrabbing his face and kissing it.
He got up, and lifted her off the ground.
"Let's go thenm" he grabbed her hand, which now had his finger on her ring finger, and they took the 10 steps towards hte chapel.
