Woman, Woman

WOMAN, WOMAN PT. VI

          THE LULL BEFORE THE STORM

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In September you release a single on the week before London's Fashion Week and it goes viral, much to your surprise. You didn't even think it was single material but Charlie insisted and Charlie was, once again, right.

This week's probably your favorite of the year so far. Cara's back from New York Fashion Week and now you get to watch her do wonders on the catwalk and then you get to hang out with her. Well, truth is, you're only going to the Burberry show but you still get to be with her for a whole week.

Perfect.

You've never been to any event like this but your stomach tingles in anticipation.

When the day arrives, you're thankful Rita is there to guide you. You find your seat by the catwalk (you find it so incredibly weird that your name is written on the chair as if you were so important). You realize you're anxious for Cara and you don't even know why. You know she's a pro at what she does.

"I think she's like third or fourth." Rita comments you in her deep, charming voice. "I really thought she was opening this year."

"Yeah..." You idly say as you watch the people finding their seats, "I know she'd be honored to do it, but I don't think she'd enjoy it."

Rita laughs.

"Probably not."

"So many eyes on you..." You shake your head to get rid of those horrible thoughts.

The lights dim considerably and they make a spotlight off of the runway. A soft song plays in the background as the first model comes out. You loose track of the numbers of models that come on before her.

But then you see Cara in her full glory.

"Whoa." You whisper in a breath as she walks like you've never seen her before.

Her hips swing from side to side in an exquisite way that makes you want to fall to your knees and adore her.

You're sure whatever she's wearing must be a fantastic work of art but her face has got to be the masterpiece. As she approaches the area where you're seated you become entranced with her seductive stare. You love the Cara she is with you but you have to admit Cara, the model, is incredibly beautiful.

She rushes past you and you can't help but to watch her go. Her legs move and you stare at her figure. Fuck, she just looks so good you could die.

And then she makes a U-turn and starts walking back you again. When she approaches your seat she locks eyes with you, smirks and winks almost imperceptibly.

You've died and gone to heaven.

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When the show ends and everyone gets up to leave, you and Rita head to this red carpet sort of area where you're sure there are going to be interviewers and photographers waiting for the models and important celebrities.

You're more than right.

There are well known faces speaking to the microphones as some interviewer asks them whatever. You're here because you are waiting for Cara, otherwise you wouldn't set foot where there's so much exposure.

"I'll be right back," Rita tells you as she waves excitedly to someone she's just seen.

Well, fuck. Now it's just awkward to be here standing while people rush past you and you don't know anyone.

Then someone calls your name.

You turn around and you're blinded with a flash. Then another and another. And then a woman you've never seen runs to you, a microphone on one hand and a man with a camera on his shoulder beside her.