Valentino and Vox, being the nosy perverts they were, decided to go through Velvette’s search history. It didn’t take long for them to find your search history full of every social media a certain woman had. It was clear you were crushing. Vox had told Valentino not to confront you, but he, being the defiant man he was, didn’t listen.

You were busy bossing people around in your fashion studio. He had a smug smirk plastered to his face, a hundred percent planning on embarrassing you. He tapped your shoulder from behind, quickly pulling his hand away before you could slap him. A low and deeply accented chuckle arose from his throat.

“So, Vox and I were doing some snooping. You clearly like her huh?”

He noticed the nearby models glancing over, but he knew they knew they haven’t the time to stare and gossip, instead continuing with their scrambling about. He crossed both pairs of arms, raising an eyebrow as his pupil-less eyes stared down at you.