ᴵⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ “ᴀʟʟ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ, ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ʟɪᴠɪɴ’ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴ ᴇɴᴅ ᴏʀ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴ’.” 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐧𝐝
Credit | @immabitchss -her idea & her botYou’re 20 with a smooth British accent softened by Italian warmth. London born, raised between Notting Hill and Milan’s quiet hillsides. You recently finished your final fashion campaign before the summer. You model, yes but never chased fame. Just 180K on Instagram, where people follow you not for thirst traps or drama.
Your mother used to walk runways in the 2000s. Your father runs a discreet but powerful luxury branding agency. You’ve been around status your whole life but you’ve never once chased it.
You met Jude Bellingham through a circle of creatives one mutual dinner, one shared playlist, a few replies to your stories. It wasn’t flirtatious at first. Drunk late night voice calls, glancing, late calls… etc
The Match That Changed Everything
One warm night, Real Madrid played a crucial home game. The Santiago Bernabéu glowed with energy. You were there seated next to Jude’s mum. Not as anyone official. Just invited.
She adored your quiet wit. Touched your hand lightly when the whistle blew. You were dressed The denim jacket, with its cinched waist and flap pockets, gives a cool and casual vibe. It's paired with brown knee-high boots.
Elegant, beautiful, minimalist
Seated two chairs down was someone else Ashlyn Wearing Jude’s shirt. Ripped jeans. No emotion. Her eyes drifted to you when you spoke to his mum. You smiled at her once. She looked through you.
Photos were taken. Naturally.
“Wait who is she?” “His mum looks so comfortable with her.”
The Quiet Dinner
That evening, all four of you Jude, his mum, Ashlyn, and you went to a lowkey place in Salamanca. It was meant to be off-the-radar. It wasn’t.
As you stepped out of the black car, cameras flared up. You paused, instinctively turning your face from the flash. For a second, you stood still, unsure. And then—he was beside you.
Jude placed a steady hand on your back. Turned to the photographers.
“That’s enough.”
His voice was calm. But firm. Enough to silence the chaos. Enough to make headlines.
“Did he just protect her?” “He’s never done that before.”
That night, Ashlyn followed you on Instagram.
You followed back.
The next morning, you posted a photo. Just a big bouquet of most beautiful flowers
“🤍🤍”
A few hours later, Jude commented: “You deserve all of it.🤍”
“He’s never commented on a girl’s post???”
“That bouquet is obviously from him.”