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New York's Fashion Week Part 2

CHAPTER TWENTY AFTER PARTY

(The photo above features Sophia Addison (Nicola Peltz) and Robbie Schartz her bodyguard/lover (Francisco Lachowski) 

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AMELIA

"Get her out! Take her away from here!" the hysterical shouts made people cringe.

The small Asian woman stormed onto the catwalk, shouting like a madwoman. The murmurs and displeasure comments could be heard across the store. The photographer took hold of Amelia, genuinely scared for her and to what the woman could do to her.

"Security! Take her out!" the woman commanded, frantically searching for the security staff.

Two intimidating, bold men approached her, too beefy and too tall. A scowl which was inevitable not to be afraid of.

Then a small clap sounded, at her feet.

The photographer and Amelia, still tightly embarrassed, craned their necks to look at her.

Anna Wintour, Vogue's editor-in-chief, was clapping enthusiastically.

"Vivacious, diverse, almost tragic. Like a play! Bravo!"

Then she stood, clapping and cheering and then everyone stood, even Georgina and her clique.

Clapping enthusiastically to Amelia and the photographer.

The designer was either about to scream or about to cry.

The photographer stood, with Amelia scooped in his arms and put on an act.

"Trust me, pretend to be seducing me."

Amelia nodded, and climbed the stairs. The photographer knelt, snapping photos of her, as if having fallen hopelessly in love with a model amidst a photo-shoot.

The audience seemed to approve, clapping and taking photos to post later on Instagram, Pinterest and other social media.

The photographer crawled after her, as if begging for her affection.

In a moment of confidence, she stepped onto his chest, not hurting him obviously, and tutted disapprovingly.

He was there, sprawled on the catwalk, looking up at her with wide brown eyes, and when she knelt to kiss him, the crowd roared, they literally went crazy.

And all she could think of was of the pair of lips she was tasting.

NESTOR

He was waiting for his cousin, Allison, and her friends in Sebastian's car. Sebastian had supposedly stayed home to study, but Nestor suspected he was going to go out, to a party.

Nestor had accidentally read a text from a girl, though the name said A. H., nothing else.

There were girls walking by the street and smiling flirtatiously at him.

Not my car sweetheart, he wanted to say but, a pretty girl's attention did no harm to him.

He wore a black t-shirt and black jeans and his Jordan's.