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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She woke up the next morning, and for a second, did not know where she was.
She looked around groggily. Yes, it was the same long white curtains as the previous evening.
She had a headache.
She turned her head to the left, she was still drunk, and there he was, sprawled on his side. Milo. But it was Milo, with a ring on his ring finger.
She reached touch him. It was her hand, except it was her hand with a ring finger on it.
She froze. Last night, it really happened. She couldn't believe it.
She bolted up, and instantly regretted it, bringing her hand to her head, lying back down as the room spinned around her.
Married. They were married.
A flood of emotion, as Milo, half asleep, gorggilly reached out to pull her closer.
She went along with it, in a haze, they were married!
A flood of emotions ran through her. How did this happen?
Oh....right....she started remembering bits and pieces of the night, as if looking through a glitter kaleidoscope.
She was still so tired. He, pulled her closer, and took her hand, guiding it down to his groin.
She was used to this in the mornings, but she was annoyed about it today. Yes, she wanted to be held, but not forced like this.
She fondled him for a bit then put her hand back on his chest. He, gorggily, put her hand back down.
She gently puleld away, I can't, she mumbeld, I'm too tired.
They lay there like this, for a couple of minutes. Then she had to get up to go pee.
She felt horrible. Physically, and now emotionally. She didn't know why, but htere was now this strange sensation over them, like what had they done.
She peed, and then looked at herself in the mirror. Her naked, frial body looked better than she felt. She had a brusie on her breast, remebring what they did last night boruhgt a blush to her face. She found shorts and a t-shirt.
She went back to bed, and Milo, she had to giv ehim credit ofr trying, tried one more time to come clsoe to her, putting his hands on her shorts.
"I'm getting my period," she lied, she just couldn't give herelf right now in this state. She was angry that he often dind't touch her, that she had to touch him.
Milo's hands paused, he was awake now.
"Oh," he said, "well..time to put it in your butt."
"What the fuck Milo? I told you that's not happening," Isabelle was telling him, turned away.
"Nah, you;ll like it," he turned to look at the ceiling now, "you gotta do it right."
"Like I said, not happening."
"Then I'll have to do it hwen you're drunk..or half asleep," Milo said, out of character.
Isabelle scoffed, she lay there staring at h te wall. She couldn't believe what he was saying...
"That's rape," she said.
"We're married now...." He fianlyl said, as if more to himslef than her.
"It doesn't matter, in a relationsup, consent is given every time," she was trying not to cry.
He lay there for a couple of moments then got up and went out of the bedroom.
She lay there in the bed a little hwile longer and stared at hter hand. It was a big oval diamond ring, that they must have gottne rihgt athe chapel.
What were they thinking?? She was in shock. What had they done. And here they were, their first morning as newly weds, fighting.
She eventually got up to brush her teeth and went out into the ktichen to find some water which she desperately needed. Milo was there, trying to fix something in the ktichn. They didn't talk to each toher.
Then he got on the couch and sat there with a blanket over him.
She sat down on the opposite end of hte couch and looked at him, he looked fragile for once. He was trying to loook innocent or osmethign? She didn't know, but he looked like he was about to break.
She herself had a tension headache.
"We're married," she said. And he looked at her.
"I know," he said.
Then after some time, she said, "I'm gonna go get some breakfast, want anyhting...ior you can come with me."
He nodded, "I could go for breakfast."
Isabelle nodded, "let me go get changed."
They went out and walked beside each other but not even holding hands. Passing by the fake Eiffel Tower, they made their way to a coffee shop. He wanted to order a the machine but hse insisted on going up to the cahsier.
They both ordered separately, and sat at a table waiting for their coffee and sandwhichwes.
She looked around at hte other hungover people, couples, freinds, and some homeless people that kept trying to walk in.
Her head was pounding. She mad a snarky comment about Vegas. Milo tried to explain somethign to her again but she zone out.
So they just weren't going to talk baotu it? She kept staring at he ring on both their hands.
He caught her stariing, but did he catch the bitter lok of rgeret in her eyes?
They ate the breakfast in silence, and walking back, they walked even further apart then on the way there.
When they got to the hotel apartmen,t she depseately needed to clsoe this gap between hem abut she had no idea how.
He went back to sititng on the couch. She went into the bedroom.
She started spiraling. All she knew was hse oculdn't last another minute in that hotel room with im. She had to get out. She started packing her bags, frantically.
She texted her mo, I'm coming home today.
Her mom texted her back a couple minutes later Okay. I'm not going to ask any questions.
As soon as she got that affimration, she went out into the living room of their hotel room And quickly, messily, said
"I'm going home," she said, feeling tears well up in her eyes, but not letting him see it, "today."
Amd then he said the most surprising thing up to that point.
"Okay," detached, he said, "I'm going to be starting my day soon too."
The shock in her system, sent her to go after her suitcase. Instead of getting o the veing flight, she would get on the afternoon flight. Whatever it took. Shw Ould buy it in the buer. She didn't care.
She moved at lightining speed, and beore he could react, she was walking out hte door, with her suitcase in had, having called the Uber.
She did buy the flight in the car, telling the driver that she hoped they wouldn't be late.
She arrived to the airport with 30 minutes to spare.
