COMPLETED | with the reputations they had, it was impossible for their clashing to not be played out under lights and flashes. estella greaves, the heiress, and julian draxler, germany's golden child; now that was one article headline no one wanted...
fun fact : karl lagerfeld's cat makes €3 million every year and has two maids and a makeup line.
february twenty-eight | paris, france
"I'LL SEE YOU AT THE Von Greaves fashion show," Gigi gave her a tight squeeze before the two parted ways, "And don't let what I said to you sway your mind okay?"
"What?" Stella frowned.
The younger model squeezed her hand, "If you really like him, then it's all worth it in the end. The flashes, the rumours, the controversy- they don't matter at the end of the day," Gigi hummed.
Before Stella could even get a word in, the American had walked away with a wink, a wave and an air kiss. Stella just laughed, wheeling her suitcase to the chauffeur her mother had sent.
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1,025,154 likes stellagreaves back in my own apartment after so long, but it's going to be a very busy week ahead. bonjour, paris fasion week.
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"Oh, it looks amazing," Serena Greaves placed her hands on her hips and huffed in delight, "Don't you think so Stel?"
The grand once-empty space had now been transformed into a space for a fashion show where chairs were arranged in two U shaped to allow models to walk between them. The floor was a gritty, sparkling pale nude and two sets of gold curtains cascaded from the ceiling, showing where models entered and exited.
It was already a few days since she arrived, but the big shows weren't happening until the day after. Since arriving, she just went to some of the other shows already happening and attended countless last-minute fittings.
"Yeah, it looks great," Stella shrugged, slowly walking down, "I can't wait to walk here tomorrow with the music, the lights and the seats filled up."
Her mother nodded, "Did I tell you that you'll be closing the show?"
Stella's eyes widened, "Er, no, you haven't! Am I actually closing the show?"
"Of course," Serena laughed at her daughters reaction, "I mean I was going to have you open, close and walk mid-show but they all thought the media would think it's favouritism, so you'll have to settle for closing the show and walking mid-show."
Stella gasped. It was always an honour to close or open any fashion show, and her mother had always persistent in reminding her daughter that she wasn't going to just let her walk a Von Greaves show because she was a Greaves.
"This is your reward for really cleaning up your act. You've only been out partying a few times this year, and one with good reason for celebrating your friend Julian's debut," her mother said excitedly, "I hope you keep it up, Stel. You're really shooting back into the fashion world."
She was about to retort in saying that all her partying companions had been away for long periods, but kept her mouth shut.
"Well thanks Mother. I'll see you tomorrow, I have a last minute Balmain fitting to attend to," she greeted off her mother with two kisses on the cheeks and left promptly.
