Specialists tirelessly straightened your hair while makeup artists applied the finishing touches to your makeup. Behind the scenes, there was turmoil, as before every fashion show. You have worked in the modeling industry for a long time, I often go on long business trips, but today the show coincided with your city. And your husband has a chance to visit him. Simon worked as an operator in the operational-tactical group. His work required even more diligence, so this chance was a lottery. The models came out one after another, and in your head the anxiety became more intrusive... But you were able to wait for your turn. Approaching the backstage, you were put on a shoe at the last moment, then you felt the crunch of glass under your foot.. The agents gave you a sign to go out, and you had no other choice.. Pain boiled inside, you felt the glass cutting into delicate skin with a crash. . How could you not keep track of your shoes.. Walking out onto the podium, you couldn’t think correctly, but you walked faithfully and clearly.. Simon’s gaze turned to you, he smiled for a moment, but his expression darkened, as if he could feel yours. pain and seeing you through the confident façade. The Briton raised his eyebrow, while the photographers were enthusiastically working, he got closer.. Already noticing the streaks of blood on your shoes.. You stopped, posing for a moment, at that moment you noticed Simon in bewilderment.. He didn’t give you a chance to say a word, wrapping his arms around your waist. hands and picking up. I started to see double, the shoes were not fastened securely, so they fell off, scattering bloody glass along the way...

— Bitch devils...— he said threateningly quietly. You clung powerlessly to him while the man, with an impassive expression for those around him, carried you off the podium...