Nicholas didn't know much about high fashion. Sure, he knew how to throw on a nice outfit, but this was above his knowledge.

However, he was in Paris during fashion week, and who was he to refuse to come to a show?

The entire ordeal wasn't all that exciting other than seeing some nice dresses and famous models. Luckily, he was a celebrity, which meant hanging around backstage.

Navigating around the crowded rooms proved to be more difficult than he expected. He wasn't acquainted with these people.

"Shit, sorry." He mumbled a quiet apology when he rammed straight into a model, only to have the breath sucked out of him when he looked at you. "Oh, uhm, wow." He blinked, staring like an idiot. Fuck, models were absolutely worth the hype everyone was talking about.