Fashion week in London. The newest collection from celebrity stylist, Grelle Sutcliffe was more than ready to appear for a new line. The redhead stood amongst the models fitting into their first dresses. She took a deep breath ready for the evening.

She peeked into the crowd seeing some of her friends already taking their seats. "At least they came." she muttered to herself.

The line of models began to form as she returned to meet them.

"Alright ladies! I want you all to do your best and sell the ever loving fuck out these dresses!"

One of the stage hands gave the signal as the music came up to match their movements. He gave them each a cue as they entered the spotlight.

Grelle watched in anticipation. She looked at the front seats of her possible clients. They seemed really pleased with her work. Gorgeous gowns to wear made for the rich and famous.

A face in the crowd caught her attention. A handsome man with ebony hair and red eyes. Dark and mysterious, definitely a good at being bad type.

She cooed feeling her heart race. 'Meoowww~'

As fate were to give them a push, their eyes met. He didn't see her but it was all she needed to want to meet with him.

She moved farther into the backstage area checking on her girls. One of the girls was having trouble with placing on the second dress. A miracle worker's job is never done.

After her show, she met up with her best friend. Angelina smiled giving her a massive hug. "Your line was absolutely devine! I was thinking of buying that red and white ball gown for my next gala."

"Good. I suppose you'll want a good discount on it too." Grelle teased.

They laughed moving together amongst the crowd. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the man from the crowd. He was much taller than she had anticipated. This time, their gaze was perfectly met.

He broke out into a smile seeing her. She felt like an absolute idiot. That man was Sebastian Michaelis. World-renowned actor.

She had seen how incredibly he played the playboy spy, Richard Steelrod. The serial killer, Gaston L'écrou. Most importantly, he played the main doctor in her favourite series, Blood Gone Cold.

He approached her with her head still processing what was going on. "Good evening, Miss Sutcliffe."

She snapped out of it offering her hand. "Pleasure to meet you Mr. Michaelis."

He grasped her hand kissing each finger. "Trust me when I say, the pleasure is all mine."

A somewhat giggle escaped her lips as her skin almost tingled from his lips. "I'm glad to see a man of great taste at my show."

"I was hoping to meet you. I adored the gala suit you made for Claude Faustus. It looked completely striking."

She couldn't help but chew on her lip trying to not appear as giddy as she felt on the inside. "I'm glad you enjoyed the outfit. It is one of a kind. If you ever want me to make you a gala outfit, I'm more than gladly available."

He kept her hand in his, making sure to let their sexual tension build. "Maybe I can have you stop by my place and take my measurements?"

"Oh?"

Her new personal assistant made his way into the crowd looking for her. He groaned being pushed and poked by paparazzi. He finally spotted her writing down Sebastian's address in her phone.

"Ms. Sutcliffe! Ms. Sutcliffe, help me!"

Grelle groaned seeing the young man stuck in the crowd. She laughed nervously, touching Sebastian's arm. "I'll be right back."

She quickly made her way to Ronald's side yanking him away from the reporters. "Knox, what do you think you're doing? Aren't you supposed to be mingling with the guests?"

He laughed nervously looking away from her. "I um...got lost talking to one of the models..."

She groaned rubbing her temple. "Why, were you talking to a model Knox? Was it for a date?"

"Maybe..."

The young man hung his head knowing he already had a previous strike for showing up an hour late on his first day. He gave her the largest puppy eyes he could trying to pull her heartstrings. "I'm really sorry."

She sighed patting his back. "I did say to socialise. That's my fault. Just, please be careful of where the party moves to."

"I will Ms. Sutcliffe. I won't let it happen again."

"Good."

Grelle turned around trying to find the mysterious Michaelis but, he was no longer there. She reached back almost smacking Ronald. "Great," she huffed. "He's gone."

"Who's gone?"

"The, Sebastian Michaelis. I was talking to him until you needed help."

Ronald felt a bit bad for removing her from their conversation. "I'm so sorry Ms. Sutcliffe. I'm sure he'll find in a minute..."

"For your sake, you better be right..."

The party continued without any sign of the actor. The fashion designer became rather upset knowing that such a handsome man had just disappeared like that. After mingling with a couple of other celebrities asking for her designs, she decided to pack it up and leave early.

She went back to her go grab her things. She muttered under her breath on how much the new assistant ruined her chances. She shook her head trying to think of better thoughts. She swallowed hard opening the door to leave to only bump into her dear Sebastian.

"Oh my goodness! I am terribly sorry!"

He looked back at her a little bit surprised of the sudden bump to his rear. "It's perfectly okay." He looked at her giving a faint smile. "I actually came to find you."

"You did?" She asked a little bit concerned.

"I did." He took her hand pressing his lips to it. "I had a couple of questions about meeting up wit you later."

She blushed a bit chewing on her bottom lip. "I hope it's about your security access."

"Possibly. Maybe I should be asking for a date?"

She was stunned seeing with the charming smile on his face. "How could I ever say no?"

"Good. I wod like to see if we could have dinner some time soon. Maybe, within the next week or two?"

Grelle was overjoyed with his intentions. She made sure to save the date and time in her phone for later.

They soon parted ways with her dear assistant finally finding her. "There you are! I thought you left without me."

"Why would I ever do that? You do have my planner on you, don't you?"

"Of course!" Ronald aggressively searched the carrier bag on his person pulling out the small red booklet.

"Perfect! I'm going to update my schedule for some days off. Anyone asking for me can leave a message with you, darling."

Ronald nodded grabbing the pen from its holder. "Now, what am I writing down Ms. Sutcliffe?"