The fashion show came to an end, and Taehyung had kept whispering sweet words into my ear under the whole show. He had placed his hand on my thigh and kept it there the whole entire time, while he kept squeezing it. He made me want to leave the show, and go home with him. He made me wanting him so bad, and he knew it.
The final model walked down the runaway, and a short while later, the lights were turned on again. Taehyung quickly got up of his seat, and held his hand out for me to grab it, and I did. I kept close to him, it made me feel safe, in addition that I loved being near him. I loved his warmth, and what being near him felt like.
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After the entire show, we got in the limousine again, to our next destination. We were going to a designer tailor that had made me a ball gown, and had sewn Taehyung's second suit. Taehyung hadn't told me that we needed to change before the ball, but apparently we did. He kept surprising me with all these things, even though I got mad at him for buying everything without telling me.
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A beautiful gown was showed to me as a man speaking in French kept talking about something I didn't understand. He showed me where to change, and two helpers came with me to help me carry the dress. I said my goodbyes to Taehyung, before leaving him again.
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It was a red, beautifully decorated dress. Taehyung told me he picked the color red, since he knew that it was my favorite color.
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The dress fit perfectly, and I had to admit that I felt good wearing the gown.
The girls asked in English, if they could put my hair back in a low ponytail, which I agreed on. They also put on gold eyeshadow, as they said it would compliment the look.
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I came out of the dressing/make up room, and Taehyung wore a matching red suit, he looked extremely good. He was so handsome. I could see his expression change as I walked out of the door. "Wow." He said and let out a sigh, I just laughed. "You are one lucky man." The tailor said to Taehyung, with a smile on his face. "Trust me, I know." He said, and walked towards me. He gently placed his hand on my back, and walked with me to the door after saying good bye to the workers.
"You are so beautiful." He told me and flashed his perfectly white smile. "You are too nice." I said and grinned. "I mean it." He said, and then kissed my cheek.
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I somehow got my in and out of the car, without ruining anything of the look, nor the gown. We stopped at a different location than the last time, outside a huge building once again.
We stepped out on the red carpet that were leading to the doors. There were paparazzis here, as usual. They flashed as soon as we got out of the car, and we walked up to the entrance. "Hello! Taehyung!" A reporter yelled at us, and he stopped to see what he was asking about. Taehyung seemed aggravated, and had a serious expression. "Everyone is talking about the mysterious beauty you keep bringing with you. Please tell us, who is this stunning woman at your side?" He asked, and pointed the microphone at Taehyung.
