ANNOUCEMENT: Hey guys! As usual, thank you to EVERYONE who reads, comments, rates, etc. I've been extremely busy, what with work and all, so this chapter is really short. I apologise in advance for any grammatical errors - I didn't have time to edit it. Also, I won't be posting another chapter (chapter 15) until around the end of June. I've got an insanely busy schedule until then.
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Falling Head over Heels
*Chapter 14*
"And now, the finest fall creations of Versace…"
Serena paused and suddenly felt hands push her out onto the runway. Immediately, the lights blinded her. There were camera flashes as well as spotlights trained on her. Upbeat techno music began playing. Beside her, she felt, rather than saw, somebody.
She looked up and gasped in shock.
"Darien?" She said in a strangled whisper.
Instead of sharing her look of astonishment and surprise, he simply grinned and began strutting down the runway. Serena noticed that and immediately began moving forward, albeit awkwardly. The bright lights were blinding her and the hundreds of camera flashes did nothing to help. On top of that, she was wearing flimsy skyscrapers on her feet that provided no iota of grip on the slippery runway.
Beside her, but a little ahead of her, Darien frowned. Serena was clearly having trouble walking. She had her hands flat against her sides to balance her body evenly. At this rate, she'd be the laughingstock of London! Not to mention she's be in a truckload of trouble with the Versace organizers...
He glanced down at her, and, taking pity on her, grabbed her hand. Serena suddenly had a support to lean on and spread her weight more evenly over. Serena smiled gratefully, following Darien's lead and hoping nobody would mind that they were breaking the rules a bit. They reached the end, posed, and walked back into the changerooms behind the runway.
She didn't let go of his hand once.
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