Monday, September 25th 1989, Paris
Let me just start by saying that I know what you guys are thinking "Poor Nikki how could I, Iman Darlington ever do such a thing to hurt him" Well....if you guys would put yourselves in my shoes I'm sure you would do the same, or maybe some of you wouldn't do anything at all, maybe some of you would have done worse. The point is anger makes you do crazy things. With a little guidance and help from Tamara, the plan went well. She's been doing it for years. And it is about time I start doing the same. So, I don't care about poor Nikki's feelings, he should learn to be truthful.
Anyway moving on, today is my 20th birthday and I'm very excited. My family and friends are flying down to Paris to celebrate it with me. I'm going to walk to my fashion show and then afterward there's going to be a big party at the gala for me. Earlier in the day, I met up with Mel and her new husband. We talked a lot and I think they're perfect for each other. I invited both to my birthday but sadly she declined.
The fashion designers who work for Christian Dior are making my dress. It's going to be so gorgeous. It's a long sleeve peach and white Cinderella Victoria Queen dress with a V-neck slit down the middle with a little bit of bling on the bottom. Can you say royalty?
Tamara purchased everything for me. The venue, my glam team, hairstylists, my heels, and even the jewelry. I had a theme for my birthday, I wanted everyone to dress like they were in the Victorian age. The venue itself was going to look Victorian. Tamara said there was going to be a huge golden chair for me to sit in, kind of like a throne for a Queen.
My Paris show was different this time. It's a big deal for them that I am celebrating my birthday here. Especially because I am now the highest-paid model in the world and the only model to have booked all the shows. There were news reporters following me everywhere, even into the changing room while I was getting my makeup and hair done. Tamara and my whole glam team were all in here. Jess was flying down later, I'm sure by now she knows what I did.
"Alright, alright!" Jean Paul Gaultier the Paris fashion coordinator yelled waving his hands to settle the reporters. "Miss. Darlington will be answering questions one at a time. Let's start with you." He points at one of the reporters.
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FanfictionNikki Sixx prys himself on being in the sleaziest dirtiest rock band Motley Crue. He is considered the bad boy of Rock 'n Roll and has a reputation that proves it. He meets the highest-paid fashion model in the world, Iman Darlington who is the comp...