I didn't do any makeup or any cute hairstyle, I just tied my hair up and prepped my skin.
after 30 minutes of getting ready, I headed out to my ride to the first day of the fashion week, which was going to be a catwalk.
the show was starting at 6pm.
there was to be many famous celebrities attending and hopefully nothing goes wrong for me.
I arrived and headed out the car and looking at the place it was literally a whole ass palace, they had to go extra with the buildings. Paris is always a vibe.
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5pm, I was getting my makeup and hair touched done and I was extra nervous for this.
This was probably the biggest and most important catwalk ever.
I had my hair curly and my makeup was full glam, I looked too good. They knew what to do a little too well.
my outfit was all black, with golden Dior.
It was a whole vibe to my outfit too.
to be honest I was get more nervous by how the time is going extra fast.
5:45pm, the whole look was complete and we all were waiting for behind the stage pretty early.
I could tell all the girl were nervous and the only way to get rid of it was to gossip.
"I heard Neymar is here, he's so attractive!" A girl says literally fangirling.
"Even Kim kardashian is here"
"maybe the whole kardashians are here"
I just over heard there talking about the many cool celebrities that was at this Dior event.
suddenly, the time was here. 6:00pm.
there was about 3 girls in front of me, so I was the fourth model.
the first girl walked and after the second girl.
the third girl was known with me, her name a jen and she was a good model pretty much the same level as me.
"good lucky jen" I told her smiling at her.
"good luck to you as well" she says to me as she turned up around and headed to the stage for her walk.
doing some inhales and exhales, it was my turn.
I walked up to the stage, I earlier did see some of the girls waving there arms and blowing kisses and smiling.
they all looked so beautiful, I started smiling and waving looking around.
I could just see so many A list celebrities.
as my eye traveled everyone sitting, there he was.
kylian?
of course he would here too.
I wasn't going to think about it now. I kept smiling and waving until the end front, where I blow a kiss and walked back behind the stage.
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𝐽𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑦-𝐾𝑦𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑏𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒́
Romance𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡. 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝟗 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐥𝐝. 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦.
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