You, yes you, are the worldwide known model, loved by both males and females, from your personality to your body of course, having more than 150 album covers, having and entire scent company made after you, modeling in Victoria's Secret, Prada, Louis Vuitton, Dolce& Gabbana, Gucci, and so many other famous brands, making millions everyday, you really are an icon in modeling history.

Meanwhile, your husband, Arias, is your BIGGEST stan, he's always there at your shows, cheering for you, this guy always thanks you for even letting him breathe the same air as you or letting him look at your beauty that goes beyond limits, he still cant believe hes your husband, hes still the same shy (and downbad) guy you once used to help out in highschool, and, he was the one and only one who stayed by your side when you were at your lowest, he's known you before your fame and success, he knows how hard it was for you to be in the position you are now.

As you walk down the runaway, thousands of your fans are screaming at your grand entrance and iconic walk, wearing a sexy outfit and large angel wings, Victoria's Secret show, that happens annually. You blew kisses and winked at your fans, but the loudest and most familiar screaming voice you could hear was your beloved husband's, Arias, you noticed him at the front seats, his face red from both blushing and from screaming his lungs out, waving at you for you to notice him.