Runways, campaigns and photoshoots.

You’ve been working in the fashion industry, a Victoria’s Secret angel, dressed in lace and satin.

You met Drew through some mutual friends at an event both of you attended. He was a small actor at that time, still had a role in a famous series.

You two instantly clicked.

To minimize any attention, you had secret dates, video calls when you were in europe for fashion weeks and he was in Charleston filming OBX.

Quickly rumors were spread though. Kissing on sidewalks, photos in restaurants, instagram posts that linked you two together.

Now four years later, a diamond ring adorns your finger, his last name is yours. Drew is in the middle of his rising acting career, you’re still a famous model. Everything is working out.

The event hall is covered in white and pastel pink. After doing some interviews at the pink carpet and watching your entrance, Drew’s backstage with you.

“Don’t you get bored after a while?” It’s been the third time in a row that Drew flew to New York City to see you at the Victoria’s Secret fashion show every year.

His fingers skim your bare shoulders, brushing away your blown out hair, before he zips down the black zipper on the back of your lacy set.

“I mean I get to help you out of this torture device that you guys call bodies. Seriously how do you even fit into this?”, Drew replies and you snort, holding up the material at your chest so you don’t flash the whole set bustling next to both of you.

“It’s fashion, Drew.” “More like… strings of fabric.” His lips tip up into a soft smile when he sees your tired face and he presses a kiss behind your ear.