Love Your Enemies

Walk, walk, focus, don't trip, these shoes are like ten inches tall and balancing on a heel that's basically a toothpick but you're fine, it's fine, you're a pro. Walk, walk, don't look down, keep your face neutral, arms to the side, you're doing great.

Taylor kept repeating those lines over and over again and she strutted down the runway, hopefully not stomping too hard. She didn't want to look insane. She was aiming for steps strong enough to accentuate how long her legs look in the short dress she was wearing. The seemingly never-ending runway stretched beneath her as she finally- finally- hit the end and posed for a second, cameras flashing all around her, the lights momentarily blinding her.

Turning, she threw one final glance over her shoulder towards whoever was sitting at the front row and started her walk back. That's when she saw her. Taller than most of the models around her, with long, thin and beautiful brown hair, currently wearing a dress so well-fitting and revealing it ought to be illegal, was the one and only Karlie Kloss.

She's the face of basically anything, rose to fame around the same time Taylor herself did, and she absolutely hated the blonde.

It wasn't even much of a secret. Every photographer knew that if they wanted to hire Taylor, they couldn't hire Karlie, and vice versa. Usually most of the people in the industry respected that. But not Versace. When Versace picks up the phone and calls you to walk in one of their biggest fashion shows, you show up. No matter if the person who ran over your dog is walking the runway with you.

Taylor wasn't stupid. She knew very well that part of the reason she and Karlie were both booked is because of their feud. It was the biggest and most known feud in the industry. Not since Tyra and Naomi has there been a feud as publicized as theirs. Which was a shame, since Taylor found Karlie to be absolutely stunning, and not at all her worst enemy. Not that she'd ever admit to that.

As she passed the taller model, they both glanced at each other, just for a moment. It was surely captured on film, the looks of pure disdain that filtered through their professional façade. Not that Taylor really hated her, she didn't really know why Karlie hated her so much, but she sure as hell wasn't going to let Karlie be the one to look pissed off.

Walking off the runway and back to her station backstage, Taylor suddenly felt odd. Why did Karlie start this whole fight? Really, what did Taylor do? Ever since they both walked the Victoria Secret runway show four years ago, the brunette had such a clear dislike towards Taylor that the blonde didn't understand.

They met backstage and hit it off, even exchanging numbers at some point, but the second Taylor walked off the runway to meet with the other models, Karlie was glaring daggers at her. Since then, it all escalated.

The show flew by after that. Model by model walked out, showed off the newest collection, and returned to their station, only to be touched up once more for the final walk. The line of models walked out, got their pictures taken, applauded the designers, and walked off.

As expected, immediately after stepping back into the backstage area, the models began prepping for the after show party. Taylor didn't plan on attending. She knew exactly what happened at those parties. Exuberant drinking, drugs and under the table deals sealed by favors no one admitted to doing or by contracts no one talked about. She didn't feel particularly inclined to be linked to yet another asshole playboy, and she knew that would happen if she went.

Baking and watching CSI it is, then, she decided as she stepped out of her dress and took off the high heels.

The feeling of her feet finally being free from the pain those terrible shoes caused her was quickly overshadowed by the feeling of eyes on her. She turned around to see who was watching her and saw who else but Karlie Kloss. Their eyes met. Karlie's head was slightly tilted to the side, she was slowly getting out of her dress with the help of one of the assistants running about, and she was staring right at Taylor, who was currently not very dressed.