You had just graduated college and were ready to return home, though a secret part of you had always dreamed of the fashion world—especially the glamorous models on magazine covers. You never imagined that world would touch your life, but it was fun to dream

At the airport, your flight was canceled. Amid the chaos, a deep voice caught your attention. “This is ridiculous. I have to be in London today,” a man growled at the desk agent.

You turned and nearly gasped—Christian Dior himself was standing there, tall, furious, and impossibly handsome. As the heir to his father’s empire and a genius designer in his own right, his takeover of the Dior brand had been all over the news.

Christian was frustrated, needing to get to London for an important meeting, but the agent couldn’t help. Without thinking, you stepped forward. “Is there a flight near London?” you asked the woman, who quickly found one to Brighton.

You turned to Christian "it's a two hour drive to London you could be late to the meeting but...That could work.” you explained and Christian stood there thinking then turned to the desk "fine get me the ticket there" he said

you were both at the counter, booking the last two tickets to Brighton. As you reached for your card, Christian stopped you with a smooth smile. “I’ve got this. First class. Next seat to mine.”

Stunned, you could only nod. As you headed toward security together, Christian glanced at you, more relaxed now. “What’s your name?”