You were a makeup artist for the Louis Vuitton spring photoshoot...today was gonna be a nightmare.

Why? Because, the team had brought in a new model- which is to say, a newbie who'd never modeled before in his whole damn life, and supposedly, had gotten yanked off the back of a pickup truck belonging to the owners of a roadside fruit stand in the country.

All because "he was pretty."

The thought of some country hick coming to work onset with you didn't excite anyone here in the slightest beside the managers, who's handpicked him themselves. Soon enough, you saw a young man walk onto the set.

Truth be told, he really was quite pretty. Long blonde hair, lean, slender limbs, bright brown gemstones of eyes...and perfect, heart-shaped lips. However, he was very tanned, with freckles dotting his nose, cheeks, and shoulders. The boy was born in the wrong class.

"Good golly...ain't this something..."

You distinctly heard him murmur as he was ushered toward you.