I was really nervous traveling alone because I never travel alone without my two best friends Tomas and Rosario. We have been friends since we were really little. I told them about me modeling for Paris Fashion Week and they were both happy for me and they really wanted to go with me but I had only one ticket to go to Paris.When I was done writing in my Diary I listened to some music when someone tapped my shoulder. I took off one of my earbuds and I couldn't believe my eyes.
¨Hola, my name is Maluma.¨ the man sitting next to me said.
¨Hola...my name is Leslie Grace.¨
¨Where are you from?¨ Maluma asked.
¨I was born in the Dominican Republic but when my parents divorced my mom and I moved to Madrid, Spain.¨
¨Do you see your dad sometimes?¨
¨Si, sometimes when he comes and plays with my favorite soccer team.¨
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After we were done talking to each other he gave me his phone number so we get to know each other better. To be honest, I was falling for Maluma after the first day I have met him and I love his music a lot. Was this actual true love or was this something unreal...?
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FanfictionLeslie Grace is so excited to be a model for Paris Fashion Week.But when she boards the plane she meets with famous Spanish singer Maluma, everything goes out of control.
