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...
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1,472,149 likes stellagreaves mon amour needs a haircut.
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"FINALLY! I HAVEN'T seen you in weeks! Izabel Goulart, where have you been?" Stella screeched in delight upon seeing one of her closest friends by her door.
"Oh, i'm sorry Stel! So much work over the past month," Izabel sighed, stripping of her coat and sitting on the couch.
Stella settled beside the Brazilian, before remembering to close the sketchbook on her coffee table, "Top secret. Sorry Iz."
Izabel nodded, examining the Chanel logo on the front cover, "I understand. Are you almost done with the collection?"
"Almost, yes. Every time I have some spare time, I design alone or call the designers at Chanel," she explained, "Karl let me have some free reign knowing I know what Chanel is meant to look like and knowing that I have a degree in fashion design."
Not many people had seen the inside of the sketchbook, and by not many, she meant only Julian. He had sneakily managed to peek at the designs and she ended up showing him some of her favourite pieces.
"I'm so jealous of your relationship with Karl," Izabel sighed in awe.
Stella scoffed, "So is Lily-Rose Depp. She was subtweeting me so hard last night. I took her Chanel light or something. Shame because I like Lily."
"Stella, you should know by now that everyone either hates you, loves you, wants to be you or wants to have sex with you," Izabel mused, "People just can't deny that you're rising to supermodel status."
"I guess," she smiled haphazardly. They were soon interrupted by the ring of the doorbell, which Izabel opened. She muttered incoherently from Stella's distance, before coming into the room with a bouquet of light peonies.
"Oo, flowers from your boyfriend," Izabel teased, tossing Stella the little envelope containing the message card. Izabel then found the vase cabinet, grasped one, filled it with water and also some flower food before placing the peonies in it, "What does it say?"
The message was again hand-written, making Stella think that Julian just pre-wrote many messages to accompany the flowers he would send at least once a week.
"If I don't see you in person to tell you this, have a good day and I love you very much. Jule," she read out loud, letting a grin dwarf her face and a blush rise.
"Oh my God, he's so sweet!" Izabel squealed, "You two are so perfect. Seriously, Stella. He's amazing to you."
"He treats me like a queen," Stella sighed dreamily, twirling the note around, "I love him- wait, let me thank him for the flowers."
to Julian Draxler thank you so much for the flowers handsome! i love you!
It was around 1 PM, and Julian and Kevin were in training. Izabel had managed to complete basically all her workload for that chunk of time and decided to pay a visit to her friend.
