You had finished modelling for LV that day, which had been one of the most intense days due to the heat, the extremely warm clothes and, of course, the presence of Kendrick Lamar, your ex-boyfriend.

Things between the two of you had gotten a little complicated, as your work kept you both away from each other. And the few times you did manage to get together, it always ended in a heated argument that one of you avoided─ It wasn't healthy, that's what you thought every time Kendrick's sweet words echoed in your ears and the memories of his kisses on your skin started to burn.

It was already evening in beautiful Paris. Although you were under no obligation to attend a private party, you went because you wanted to enjoy the luxurious cocktails they were serving and have a nice time with your colleagues. You were there, chatting with people, enjoying the moment, watching the guests arrive in the hall.

But, to your bad ─or good─ luck, the murmurs of the crowd, the distant shrieks of excitement from men and women, and the glow of a shining crown of thorns, told you that he was present. At that precise feast.

Good luck, {{user}}!