Milan, Italy. July 6th. 2018.
Rylie sat nervously as she watched her makeup being applied. It was her first Milan Fashion Week, and her stomach was doing cartwheels.
Sure she had done many runway shows before, but nothing of this magnitude. He blotted the blue lipstick as the makeup artist instructed her. She watched as they teased her dark hair to high heaven, thinking this look would only work in high fashion.
"I've got a delivery for Rylie Flair" a thick Italian accent bellowed from a small delivery girl. Rylie raised her hand curiously as she signed for the package.
"Thank you" she said as she took the box and opened it, revealing a dozen purple eternity roses. As she read the note, she could begin feeling her heat beating through her ears.
You've always been my supermodel. Go kick some ass. I love you- Joe
He fiddled with the note before being rushed to the runway.
When she finally made it back to her hotel room, she set the box of flowers on the nightstand and sat on the bed, tossing her phone in her hands. She had been contemplating whether or not to call him since the show ended.
"Hey…" she said finally dialing a familiar number.
Brooklyn, NY. August 17th. 2018.
A little over a month later, Rylie was walking in her final show for the season. She'd been all over the world the past month and it felt good to finally be on U.S. soil. She tossed her bag in her trunk after the show and a voice behind her stunned her.
"You looked amazing up there…" the voice said as she closed the trunk of her car. She turned around and her grey eyes found the pair of brown ones she'd been longing for the past month.
Roman stood there holding a single purple rose. Rylie nervously bit her lip as she accepted it, still not saying a word. Roman sighed.
"You were at the show?" she asked surprised. Her dad and sister were there, but she never thought Roman would come to see her.
"Of course, it is the final show of the season." Roman was nervous in front of her. She hadn't ran away yet, like she did on that stairwell the night of her birthday, so Roman saw it as a good sign.
"Ry-"
"Joe-" they both began simultaneously.
"You go." Roman said.
"What are you doing here?" she asked quietly.
"Well SummerSlam is here on Sunday and your sister told me about tonight. I might've dragged it out of her…" he chuckled softly. The warm breeze caught Rylie's hair and Roman would smell the pineapple scent of her shampoo. He took a deep breath as she questioned him again.
"Why are you here?" His heart shattered when he realized his worst fear had come true: she had finally gotten over him.