Getting to wear clothes by designers I’d followed for years.
Sometimes, if I was very lucky, getting to keep them. That never happened after runway shows, but it sometimes did after photo shoots. It was a perk of the job, one I adored.
I could have stood there all day, but my time was up. I turned and walked off the runway, strutting my stuff until the very last second.
Another fashion show was over, and it was time to change into my everyday clothes and put a lot more make-up on.
When I was ready to go, I had a text message from my agent, Darius.
Darius:I’ve already got great feedback on your performance today. Well done on another show. I’ve got a casting call for you when you return to London. Take care.
It was all go, but that was how I loved it.
I walked outside into bright and warm sunshine. Xander was leaning against some cast-iron railings. He pushed away from them.
He picked me up and swung me around. “Well? How did it go?”
“Amazing!” I kissed him.
“I’m glad. I’m looking forward to seeing the photos and video footage later.”
Sometimes, I managed to get Xander tickets for fashion shows. Other times, I wasn’t so lucky. He didn’t seem to mind either way. He cheered me on from inside the venue or waited for me outside. He really was the best.
“Darius said he has another casting call for me.”
“Awesome. Did he say what it was?”
I shook my head. “He’ll give me the details when we get back to London. Speaking of which, when’s our train?”
We were travelling by Eurostar.
“Tomorrow morning.” Xander put me down and put his hand on my hip as we began to walk. “You know, we’ve been to Paris a few times now, but we’ve never been up the Eiffel Tower.”
“Do you want to?”
“It’s meant to be one of the most romantic places in the world.”
I grinned. “Then we should go.”
“Now?”
I shrugged. “There’s no time like the present. Uh, how do we get there?”
“Like this.” He hailed a taxi.
When we got in, he spoke in halting French to tell the driver where we wanted to go.
We’d been learning languages together. Just enough to get by in all the countries I’d done fashion shows in. We had to brush up whenever we went somewhere, but it was fun doing it together.
Half an hour later, the taxi dropped us off in front of the Eiffel Tower. There were big queues to get in. We huddled together as we waited our turn to go up in the metal lift.
“What made you decide to do this today?” I asked.
“I had an urge to be romantic.”
I chuckled. “You’re always romantic.”
“I am?”
