It felt like you finally made it. Big shows in Paris. You were actually a model now. And you got along well with everyone. Especially her and Alex.

Oh, her. The woman that she is. People liked to get all excited when backstage pictures of you together would be posted. They thought you were cute.

And currently, you were cuddling on the couch backstage, trying to preserve body heat. "No pictures." She whined when social media management, Lorenzo, walked over with his camera proudly. "Interview. Come on, lazy." He insisted with a grin.

"Non, Lorenzo." She whined, burying her face in your shoulder. But he was already filming. "Where are we?" He asked elaborately.