Oh Robin.

Chapter 1

"Do you have everything packed?" My best friend Rachel asked. We were ready to go to London for our annual fashion show. We both work for Chanel and this year the fashion week is in London.

"Yes. Do you have the booklet of all of our designs?"
"Um yea. I'm really excited! All of our designs are going to be showcased!" She happily said.
"Oh my gosh I know! I can't wait" I said excitedly as we headed out to the Airport.

Life In France is pretty unique. Everything in here is small. The people, the food and the houses. We arrived at the airport after a ten minute ride and we proceeded to drop of our bags.

"You know we're only there for a week rach" I said as I looked at all of her stuff.
"I need all of this to look fabulous Bella. This is why you're single" she said and I sighed. She knows I get annoyed when she points that out.
"The only reason that I'm single is because I'm really busy and I don't need my life to be controlled by a man" I said willingly.
"Oh sure Bella" she said sarcastically. How am I going to spend three hours with her on a plane?

• Three hours later •

We finally got off the plane and I couldn't be more relieved. Rachel spent the entire time signing me for a dating website and showing me guys that I would be interested in. How will I get through this? The only reason why I want to get a man now so she can get off my back. I went to baggage claim to get our bags and Rachel followed me.

"I'll go get our things and you get a cart. We wouldn't need one if you haven't brought every clothing item in your closet" I jokingly said.
"Oh be quiet" Rachel said and left to get us a cart. I was getting our things and I pulled out our design book to see if everything was in there. Being my clumsy self I dropped it and everything was on the floor. I bent down to pick everything up hoping for Rachel to come help me. I looked up and my eyes met this man's brown eyes. He was unbelievably gorgeous and his smile was to die for.

"Come on Robin. We need to get to the emirates" another man who was wearing the same thing as him informed him.

"Okay ander" he responded and handed me my papers.
"Thank you" I managed to say.
"Anytime beautiful" he said and jogged back to his group. The mysterious man left me lost for words. Who is he? Will I ever see him again? So many questions were going through my head as Rachel dragged me out of the airport and into the cab. A moment ago I wasn't thinking about men and now my whole perspective changed. What is going on?