I swear I know your face (but I don't know who you are)

chapter 1

Dozens of guests elegantly dressed, filled the large art gallery, drinking champagne and admiring the paintings on the walls. Camila Cabello stood in the centre of the hall and watched the people with a smile on her lips, realizing that even in her wildest dreams she could not have imagined such an epilogue for her life.

Only six years ago she had been a Nineteen year old with no finances, alone and lost in a big city; now she was watching her big dream come true.

She jumped when someone squeezes her from behind.

“Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?” He whispered in her ear, before gently kissing her cheek.

“Many times, yes.” Camila said with a smile.

“I can't help it.” He said, squeezing her even more. “All the eyes are on you, Miss Cabello, but you are only mine”.

Camila raised the glass to her lips and took a sip of the champagne. The boy wasn't wrong: she had seen many of her guests stare at her, congratulate her and try to talk to her.

“Only because my name is written on the door, Shawn.” she murmured.

Shawn raised an eyebrow, and stepped back to get a better look at her. Camila was beautiful with her red dress, her curly hair and light makeup.

“You are a vision, Camila.” He said. “I'm a very lucky man.”

At his words, her cheeks were painted red, while the embarrassment took possession of her. It was still pretty uncomfortable in receiving those kind of compliments: Shawn knew very well she was very different from the small, frightened girl that he had met four years earlier, but still failed to come to terms with the changes that she had been forced to do.

She had been a teenager who took care of herself; alone, working in a diner for very little money to an almost entirely independent woman overnight; all just for signing a piece of paper.

"I finished my champagne." She quickly changed the subject, trying to get back on safe ground, away from the compliments she couldn't handle. “Would you mind...”

Shawn smiled, taking the glass from her fingers, before disappearing into the room, leaving her alone again and at the mercy of her thoughts. Camila made her way into the crowd and stopped in front of one of her favorite paintings, smiling at the memory of how the inspiration had struck her in the middle of the night, leaving her no choice but to get up and grab her brushes until the next morning.

She heard a few footsteps, but she didn't look away from the paintings in front of her. Someone stopped beside her, in contemplation, Camila was silent, feeling enveloped by a strangely familiar scent.

“There are a lot of paintings on these walls but despite all of this, no one could steal the beauty from the best piece of art in the room... you.”

Camila stayed silent, completely speechless, she couldn't help but shake her head. “Let me say that this is the worst pick up line I've ever heard.”

She felt a little laugh. “These paintings certainly can not compete with you.” Said the person.

Camila decided it was time to end the embarrassing conversation, she certainly was not going to let a woman who was bored try and hit on her at her own opening night.

"I am the artist of all these paintings, Camila Cabello-"

When her eyes met those incredibly y/e/c eyes, her heart skipped a beat and the words became stuck in her throat.

“I never thought I would have the pleasure of meeting the owner of this wonderful place so quickly." she said, holding out her hand. “Nice to meet you Miss Cabello. Y/N Y/L/N, at your service.”