I'm at today's fashion show helping everyone get ready.

Almost all seats were booked, and the air conditioner was set low.

Currently in the fitting rooms helping a few models with their clothes.

Struggling? Maybe a little bit, but I've got everything under control.

Definitely.

I help one of the girls out by tying the back of her dress and clip in butterfly clips in her hair.

She walks back and forth on the practice runway with her hands on her hips asking me if it looks okay.

She then tells me how thankful she is, complementing me on how I designed the dress.

I nodded, leaving that room after a few minutes and helping some of the other models with their outfits, making sure that everything was going to go fine.

I walk out of one of the rooms, heading over to the one on the right, heading to find a room that didn't have anyone inside.

I'm not on the runway but I'm still expected to dress at least somewhat decent.

Could you imagine how terrible I would be as a model? Thinking about it makes me want to never think about it ever again.

The lighting is quite bright, my makeup is scattered on the counter and it's a fucking mess.

I look through the mirror, dimming some of the lights in the room to see more clearly.

I bat my lashes and notice that some of my acne scars are still visible, I grab some concealer and make an effort to cover them up.

I fumble through my bag and take out my flat iron, plugging it into the outlet by me.

After finishing my makeup, I change the white robe I was in into a black blazer and a cropped white tank underneath pairing it with matching black dress pants that came with.

And a few gold rings.

I walked out of the room, fixing the long sleeves on my blazer and stepping out the back door.

Usually I'm not this nervous about shows but today was different, so many huge people were here and they were going to see some of the models wear my designs.

And I'm not sure if they'll like them or not, but I hope I've at met at least some people's expectations.

Their validation means the world to me.

I'm used to being at small ones where there's really not much going on, but this one was different.

This wasn't my first show at all, but one of my first big ones.

I sigh, walking through the entrance and walking over to the second to front row to sit by Alisha and August, waiting for the show to start.

"Wow." Alisha stares in awe of the runway and the people around it.

"When is it starting?" August puts his right arm around me while he scrolls on his phone with his left.

"In about fifteen minutes."

After a couple minutes I watch as Mr Vernice, and a few other people walk through the entrance sitting down a couple seats away from mine.

I look up for a minute, Mr Vernice smiles at me while I return an artificial one back to him.

Strobing lights began to light up the stage, stopping for a minute as the first model walks out.

"This is so fucking cool." She records the show with her camera in amazement, smiling as she watched the show.

The next model walks out, his pearl necklace making an appearance once again. So does his blue eyes, he keeps a straight face while strutting down the runway, then making eye contact with me.

I look down at the ground, pretending not to see him and picking my nails to distract myself.

Faint music plays in the distance as more models walk down the runway.

I watch as some of them wore the clothes I designed, earning a subtle smile on my face.

Alisha hugs my shoulder from behind, "You're literally so talented." She whisper screams in excitement.

I thank her, holding her hand for the remaining of the time.

After about twenty minutes, Ronan walks out still buttoning up the buttons of his shirt to go and sit next to his father.

He looks over to me and I quickly advert my gaze to Alisha and begin to talk to her.

I was on my phone most of the time, August and Alisha definitely enjoyed it though.

In the back, there was a small bar, food and gift bags.

After it ended, some guests began to leave while others didn't. I make my way to the drinks bar taking three glasses of pink lemonade that were displayed on the counter.

I look up from the glass in my grip, to be met with him again.

"You always drink lemonade?" He refers to the three glasses of pink lemonade that I was struggling to hold in my hands.

I scoff, "You've seen me drink it twice."

Before I could get myself to continue the conversation further, I walk away and start walking back towards them, handing their drinks to them while I kept mine in my right hand.

I look up and Mr Vernice signals me to walk towards him with his hands. I give my drink to Alisha and walk to them, waving to the people there.

"Now that Ms Hernandez is here, I'd like to tell you something." He spoke.

"Oh, here? What do you need to tell us here? I was just about to leave." I ask, a sense of uncertainty growing in my voice.

"You'll be working with my son on the new line." He announces, clearing his throat right after.

Oh.

Right, I need to respond.

I crack a small smile, nodding my head once.

"Is that okay with you, Ms Hernandez?"

"One hundred percent." Ronan says immediately, a slight lopsided smile forms on his face.

He didn't ask you, I wanted to say. But I refrained from saying anything because I could risk losing my job, he isn't worth it.

"Of course." I lied.

"You agreed to this right, Inez? Couple days ago at the event, I'm sure you have no complaints correct?" He asks, his voice laced with confusion.

"Yeah, sir it's fine." I lied.

"I know it's unexpected, but-" He clears his throat once again. "My son is very technical when it comes to this specific line and we've already started discussing everything."

"You'll start working tomorrow." He leaves us alone at the row of seats, the only sound in the air the loud silence.

This is so fucking great.

"You're everywhere aren't you?" His raspy voice nearly startles me as he comes up behind me, the small amount of silence being broken.

Excuse me?

"What?"

Oh, I'm the stalker now?

"I am not." I denied.

"Keep telling yourself that, explain the bar, my dad's restaurant."

"Those were mere coincidences." I state.

"We'll constantly have to see each other over and over now. You know that, right?" He talks again, I couldn't read the expression on his face since he was basically walking around me the entire time.

"I'm aware. What makes you think I'm not?"

"You didn't look so happy about it though."

No really?

He stops in place, facing me, I notice that he has to look down slightly when he speaks to me.

"No, I'm so thrilled to work with you. You seem so fun." I exclaimed in a sarcastic tone.

"You're so fucking annoying." He shuts me down.

He walks me backward and I barely manage to stand right.

"You're the one to talk." I scoff.

"Stop following me and I'll consider it." He replies, since when have I followed him?

"I've never-" I get cut off and he walks so he isn't right in front of me anymore.

"I'll see you tomorrow." He whispered against my ear as he walked away. I felt shivers go down my spine as he said so.

I stop myself from reacting more, stepping away from the area I was near and making my way to where my friends were at.

"Hey, guys." I greet them again, grabbing my drink from Alisha's hand as she returns it to me.

"What was going on over there?" She questions, raising an eyebrow.

"Nothing."

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hey, so this is like very short and not the best but I at least wanted to get something out since i haven't updated in a while. i'd like to thank everyone who's reading again. as always, thoughts and opinions?