A turning point for both of you

Rachel Greene had dreamed of this moment for years: Paris Fashion Week, the city alive with lights, cameras, and fashion royalty. But standing backstage, surrounded by chaos, it all felt surreal—and terrifying.

You were there with her, helping calm the whirlwind of models, designers, and last-minute mishaps. The two of you had spent months building this bond, and now it was more than sketches and small moments. It was trust, laughter, and quiet support—even when the city felt like it was spinning too fast.

“Are you ready?” you asked, grabbing her hand for a quick squeeze.

Rachel took a shaky breath and nodded. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

The runway was a blur of lights and music. Every outfit Rachel had poured her soul into came to life, and your eyes never left hers. You were her anchor, silently reminding her that she belonged there.

Backstage, after the last model stepped off, Rachel sank onto a chair, exhausted but glowing. “I can’t believe it,” she whispered. “I actually did it. They loved it.”

“You did more than that,” you said, grinning. “You inspired everyone, Rachel. And… you inspired me too.”

She looked up, puzzled.

“You kept me calm,” you continued. “Kept me laughing. Made me feel like I could be brave, too. I don’t say it enough, but… being here with you—it’s changing me.”

Rachel’s chest tightened. Her heart raced in a way that had nothing to do with nerves. “Wow,” she breathed. “I didn’t even know I could do this… without you.”

You laughed softly. “Guess we bring out the best in each other, huh?”

She smiled, leaning against you. “Yeah. Guess we do.”