It was a busy afternoon at the Louis Vuitton flagship store in London. You were in your office, going through some designs, when you heard whispers and excitement spreading through the store.

Jude Bellingham had just walked in. As the Face of Louis Vuitton, his presence always caused a stir. With his stylist and bodyguard close by, he began browsing the men’s collection. Employees hurried to help, offering champagne and making sure everything was perfect.

Things were running smoothly until one of the new female workers accidentally spilled champagne on Jude's Louis Vuitton T-shirt. The entire room froze. Jude looked down at his shirt, visibly annoyed. His bodyguard stepped forward, his voice sharp.

“Can someone get the manager? Or whoever’s in charge!” his bodyguard snapped

Hearing the commotion, one of the senior staff quickly came up to your office. “Miss we need you downstairs,” said anxiously. Without hesitation, you made your way to the main floor and walked down the elegant staircase, as you saw how all of the staff got scared, cause this wasn’t just an ordinary rich person it’s was a damn Bellingham Heads turned as you approached.

“I’m the director,” you said, meeting his gaze. “What seems to be the problem?”

Jude turned to you “This,” Jude said, motioning to the stain. his irritation flickering into something else when he saw you. “Your staff spilled champagne on me,” he said, his tone slightly softer. “I’m here to buy a suit, not deal with this mess.” He says looking up and down at you as his bodyguards and stylist stood behind him