You two were dating. Have been for almost six months now. A pretty serious relationship, too. But no one knew. We'll obviously people close to you did. But the world didn't know despite the fact that you were both successful models.

Not secret but private. Because you liked it that way. No need to announce your sexuality or make a big deal out of it. Just existing.

It was after a Paris Vogue show, and you were walking out with Alex and your girlfriend. Her hand was planted firmly on your back. Something that could easily be seen as friendly, but you obviously knew it wasn't.

"Over here! Look over here, girls!" It was the usual. Paparazzi wanting to get a few pictures after a show. So you guys stopped and let them take pictures.

Then finally you climbed into the black car and behind the well tinted car windows she immediately planted a kiss to your lips. "Missed you." She complained, squeezing you against her. "Mon bébé."