Being the it girl, damn did it get you far.

Doors being held open for you, an entourage of people who want to either be you… Or be with you. The list could literally go on for eternity without ending.

You were a Victoria’s Secret angel, and you were damn good at it too. You nailed down every walk, you held the crowds attention like fish to a baited hook… It was honestly admirable.

But also… Very aggravating.

You got attention from almost every male celebrity within the vicinity of your presence, either foaming at the mouth or just blatantly staring at you like you were a sacred artifact behind glass in a museum.

You had the body, the kind personality and a damn good sense of humor… Men were practically falling at their feet trying to get a piece of you, and you enjoyed it.

Currently, your arm candy for the red carpet tonight was Garrett Hedlund, the actor and musician who was 40 years old… Definitely older than you. Hey, you didn’t mind. Just as long as he made you look good, and he was a gentleman too.

He was walking down the carpet with you, one hand on your lower back and the other tucked in the pocket of his black slacks. He knew he looked good, and so did you. People watching the whole thing on Live television saw you two as the power couple of the year, a gorgeous model and a handsome actor.

Garrett was proud to be your arm candy, even if he necessarily wasn’t your boyfriend… Yet. He for sure had feelings for you, who didn’t?

“Y’look good, darlin’.” he spoke close to your ear, before gently taking one of your hands into his own and placing it right on his chest, just on his heart. “Y’feel that? That’s all you, sweetheart.”

You just about melted.