Chapter 1 - Get ready its Fashion Week in Paris!

I am a free lance runway photographer for some of the

top modeling houses in Europe. Its spring in Italy and
the Italian fashion shows have been keeping me busy
non-stop for the past month and I’m ready to spend a
few days of R&R. I was putting away my camera
equipment when I got a call from my agent and good
friend Jennifer LeSalle.

“Michael Hayden speaking” I said pressing the button

on my blue tooth and continuing to put my equipment
away.

“Michael? It’s Jennifer. You got a minute? The familiar

voice asked.

“Yeah, go ahead”

“I’ve got a hot project here in Paris and the client asked
specifically for you. Can I book you?”

“You’re gonna owe me Jennifer. I was going to take a

break and take my sail boat out for a week.” I said looking at the picture of it on my blackberry.

“I know. I’ll make it up to you I promise. The client has a new model and he wants you assigned to
her for her runway portfolio shots.”

“No problem. Send me an email with the details and I’ll see you in Paris . Talk to you later.” I hung
up and took the last sip of my Merlot before finishing my packing.

Paris is the city of fashion, fine dining, and drop dead gorgeous women from around the
world. The fashion show Jennifer scheduled me for is the Mode A’ Paris Haute Couture fashion
week. It’s a fashion photographer’s dream project. All the top couture designers from around the
world will be attending to display their latest designs using the top models from around the
world. The super wealthy, celebrities, and international buyers will be in attendance as well.

I took a early morning flight to Paris. While fingering through the magazines in the back seat in
front of me I came across a Vanity Fair. The hottest new model Mishka Strova from Hungary is
on the cover. She’s tall, slender, with shoulder length jet black hair, deep brown eyes and single. I
flipped through the pages until I got to the article about her. She was discovered in Milan two
years ago and has been moving up the hot model list. This year she is in the top twenty most
sought after in the world. The article when on to say that she has penthouse apartments in Milan ,
Paris , and New York. She’s very private when not modeling, independent, wealthy, and doesn’t
date rich boys and that she’s looking for a “well balanced regular guy that will appreciate and love
her for who she is as a person, not as a super fashion model.”

I arrived in Paris in mid afternoon. After I checked in and went up to my room, and made dinner
reservations for Jennifer and me at Au Trou Gascon for eight o’clock to go over the details of the
shoot. It’s one of my favorite restaurants and well off the beaten tourist track. It’s overseen by
celebrated chef Alain Dutournier and his wife who runs the dining room. He does a refined take
on the cuisine of Gascony -- a region renowned for its ham, foie gras, lamb, and duck. Most
popular with the regulars are the surprisingly light cassoulet (all the meats are grilled before going
into the pot) and a superb duck comfit.
I went down to the lobby and out to the street to wait for Jennifer to pick me up for dinner. The
night is calm and the city is bustling with fashion industry people. I heard my name being called
as I was watching for Jennifer’s car.

“Michael, Michael, over here”. Its Paul LaGassi a top couture designer from New York and a very
good friend of mine waving at me from across the street.

“Hey Paul you here for the show?” I shouted back. He crossed the street and came over to me.

“Yeah, I have some pieces I’ll be showing. I am fitting the new hot model Mishka Strova” he said
pointing at a picture of her in a magazine featuring one of his pieces.

“Get out! I am doing her runway photo shoot all this week.” I said with a big smile then gave him a
high five.

“Man, she is gorgeous and has a body like a dream goddess. My dresses are fitting her like a
glove. I can’t wait to see her in them on the runaway.” He said looking at the magazine again. I
could see Jennifer’s Mercedes coming down the block towards us.

“Here’s my ride. Call me tomorrow. You got my number” I said waiving at Jennifer and stepping
off the curb.

“Okay, talk to you later” he said waving and walking back across the street.

Chapter 2 – Day 1 at the Fashion Show

After having a café latte and breakfast pastry, Jennifer picked me up at 9 am and we headed to
the fashion show. We arrived at the Couture Fashion Show Palace where the fashion show is
being held. Models, designers, stylist and prop people were moving about with a precision flare.

“Let’s move faster people, we only have four hours until show!” shouted one of the coordinators
clapping his hands behind the models and stage hands.

“Jennifer, over here darling” came a voice over the moving crowd. A tall gentleman in a dark
Armani suit with a bright pink polka dot silk tie was motioning for us to come over to where he
was.

“Hello Jeffrey. How are you?” said Jennifer as they both cheek kissed each other.

“Fine darling, just fine. You know this show is nearly driving me crazy!” he said fanning himself
with his matching pink and black custom hand made fan.

“It looks like it. Jeffery, this is Michael Hayden my photographer. He’s photographing the new
model Mishka Strova for Victor Sheldon” said Jennifer picking up a glass of Mimosa champagne
from a passing waiter.

“Walk with me honey” said Jeffrey. “Mishka Strova?” Jeffery said with an arched brow “She is so
hot now and the girl looks good in anything she puts on! Michael, you will be the envy of the
photo gang on the runway ramp” Jeffrey said sipping his champagne and pointing at me with
hand fan.

“Follow me and I’ll get you two all setup with your seat and full access passes” he continued as
we followed him to his office.
Everyone greeted and complemented Jeffery as we strolled down the hall to his office. He clearly
is the shaker and mover of the fashion show industry. He seemed like the type of person that if he
likes you, you’re in good company. If he doesn’t, then you might as well pack up and go home.

“Here you go, one for you and one for you, now call me if you have any trouble Jen, you have my
number. I’ll be around, so don’t be shy. Michael, it was a pleasure and let me know when you
have an opening in your schedule for a photo session for me. I need to update my portfolio” said
Jeffery handing me my passes.

“Thank you, just call Jennifer and she’ll setup an appointment for you. It will be my pleasure” I
said slipping the lanyard over my head with the passes dangling.

We headed out of his office and went to the main floor near the runway to check where our seats
were. Jennifer looked at me with a big smile.

“You don’t know how lucky you are to be selected to do his photos. He is one of the most
powerful people in the industry and when he talks, everybody listens. You are on his good list!”
she said. I looped my arm under hers.

“Well I guess we’re even on that favor you owe me.”

Our seats couldn’t have been more perfect. One third of the length down the runway and on the
front row! I took out my camera and panned it a couple of times to get a feel for my shots.

“This is perfect Jennifer, absolutely perfect” I said clicking off a few blank shots.

“Well, nothing but the best for the best” said Jennifer sitting down and scrolling through her email
on her blackberry. “I got to make a call Michael, I’ll be a minute” she said standing up walking a
few feet away.

“Okay, I’ll just hang out here” I said adjusting my lens.

I saw Jeffery giving some instructions to one of his many legions of help. I decided to take some
candid moment shots figuring it would flatter him to see himself in action. He looked up, saw me
and came over.

“Michael, you are creative, candid shots, I love it. Please take more throughout the week.” He
said fanning himself with his hand fan.

“I will. I think it would be good to show the working side of you so your clients can connect to you
and your work” I said putting in a new flash memory stick.

“Excellent, simply excellent darling. Well it seems you’re just in time, here come the girls for a test
walk” said Jeffery pointing at the curtain with his fan.

Chapter 3 – At last - - Mishka Strova

Just then a string of beautiful models came out onto the runway strutting like Egyptian
Queens. As I watched them one by one come out to the end of the runway stop and turn on a
dime, Mishka Strova stepped out from the curtains. I was spellbound. My mouth was open as I
watch her slowly strut across the stage in long fluid strides. Her legs were long and perfectly
formed. Her hips swayed in perfect modeling form with her slender arms. Her eyes were like
emeralds and her smile soft and innocent. I poised my camera up at her and focused her perfect
body in my lens. I snapped shots in unison with her steps. She stopped in front of me, looked
down, smiled, waved with her left hand, and then pivoted away.

“You can close your mouth now honey” said Jeffery tapping my forearm with his fan.

“I told you, she is as beautiful as a dozen pink tulips. I’ll see you two later darling” he smirked and
began to walk away to meet with some arriving designers.

“So you got to meet your girl” said Jennifer watching the spellbound look on my face fade away.

“Yeah and she is one beautiful woman and I mean beautiful” I said still staring at her perfect apple
bottom swishing away from my sight and dissolving into the curtains.

“Well we have a meet and greet with Victor Sheldon in half and hour, so stay close by. I have
some more calls to make and some clients to chat up” said Jennifer checking her blackberry.

“Okay, I’m going to stay here and check lighting and shot angles. Call me if things change” I said
looking through my lens at the stage clicking off some shots.

“Okay”

I was looking in my camera case for my wide angle lens when I heard a soft female voice from
over my shoulder,

“You are Michael, yes?” said the soft voice.

“Yes” I murmured back as I found the lens and began connecting it to my camera then stood up to
see who is talking to me.

“Hi, I am Mishka Strova. Are you photographing me today?” she said looking intently into my
eyes.

I was stunned. There she was standing right before me like a gorgeous genie that popped out of
a bottle in a pink plum of smoke with a soft gaze that melted me.

“Ah, yes I am, I will be here all day, yes I’ll be photographing you” I struggled and stammered to
answer her. She broke into small smile.

“Good. I am pleased to be meeting you Michael. Victor my designer told me about you and your
work. I am sure you will be making beautiful photographs of me” she said in the cutest broken
English laced with a soft Hungarian accent.

“I’ll do my best Mishka” I said with a bashful smile.

“Okay, I will be seeing you around then, yes?” she said walking backwards then turning away.

My heart is pounding as I watched her walk away. I am surrounded by beautiful women all the
time in my line of work, but Mishka just rocked my world. Everything about her shook me to my
core. It’s going to be a long week and I am getting paid to look at her and take her picture. It
doesn’t get any better than this I thought to myself. I took some more pictures and did some light
testing before putting away my camera. I checked my watch. It was getting close to meeting time
with Victor and Jennifer. Now that I met Mishka up close, I can now somewhat talk intelligently to
Victor about his star model.

Chapter 4 – “Take good pictures of my Mishka”

Jennifer and I went to meet with Mishka’s agent Victor Sheldon to discuss the photos he wants for
her portfolio and website. We arrived at his private modeling suite promptly at 11:30am.

“Come in, come in my friends” said Victor in a slightly heavy Swedish accent putting out a
cigarette while blowing out his last puff of smoke.

“Good to see you. Victor this is Michael Hayden the man with the magic lens” said Jennifer
extending her hand to Victor.

“Ahhh, Mr. Hayden. So good for to be seeing you, please sit down you two” he said with a bright
smile pouring himself a shot glass of Vodka.

“Please be my guest, this is the best Vodka from my homeland” he said setting out two more shot
glasses. I followed Jennifer’s lead on this one.

“Thank you Victor, to Mishka” she said raising her glass. I followed suit, “To Mishka”, I said raising
my glass. We all toasted our glasses. I must say it was very smooth and mellow.

“So, Mr. Hayden, have you been to the runway area for to see where you will be sitting yet?”
asked Victor.

“Yes we have. Jeffrey set us up with our passes and seating assignments. I must say, I have a
great position for taking pictures of Mishka. I met her shortly after her test walk” I said still feeling
the smooth silky Vodka caress my throat.

“Ah, she is very, very beautiful yes!” he asked arching is brow and leaning back in his chair.

“Yes Victor, no doubt she is a knock out” I said.

“Yes, yes, she is beautiful knock out. I told Jeffery I wanted you to have the best seat and position
for taking photographs” he said lighting another cigarette.

“Do you mind if I smoke?” he asked realizing that we are not smokers.

“No, go ahead Victor” said Jennifer.

“Thank you for your understanding. I know this is bad habit. Mishka hates it when I smoke. She is
always getting on to me about it. Perhaps one day I will stop” he said taking another drag.

“I am having private cocktail and dinner party at my suite after the show tonight, you will come
yes?” said Victor taking his last drag of his cigarette before putting it out.

“But of course Victor, I will be there” said Jennifer standing and shaking his hand.

“Very good and you to Mr. Hayden?” he asked while shaking my hand.

“Yes I will. I will be looking forward to it Victor” I said releasing his hand.

“Good, I will see you later at the runway and thank you again for coming by” he said opening the
door for us.

“Thank you Victor. See you later” said Jennifer as we walked out.

Chapter 5 ~ The Fashion Show – Day 1

Cocktails were traveling around on palm supported platters drifting from guest to guest like honey
bees pollinating flowers in spring. Everyone is dressed to the nines. It was twenty minutes until
show time when we got to our seats. I got out my camera gear and setup for my first round of
photos. Victor is two seats down from us smoking a cigarette and sipping his vodka.

“I’ll be right back” said Jennifer looking intently at her Black Berry. “Okay” I said setting up my
tripod. A waiter approached me with a silver platter lowering it towards me as he got closer.

“Michael Hayden?” he asked in a professional butler voice.

“Yes, I am Michael” I said looking up.

“For you sir” he said extending the silver platter. On it were three tulips tied together with lace and
a note.

“Thank you” I said handing him a five dollar tip. It was addressed from Mishka. I opened the
partially sealed envelope.

“I am wishing good luck for you today Michael. I look forward for to seeing you tonight at Victors
party. Always, Mishka Strova.” I was speechless. I broke into a big smile. I couldn’t believe my
eyes.

Her words lay delicately in my hands as I read them again. I looked up at the stage and scanned
it starting from the far left. There she was peeking out looking right at me. I raised the tulips and
note card up to her and mouthed “Me too” with a smile. She smiled and faded into the curtains.

“Well, well, where did those come from?” asked Jennifer with a “I bet I know” smile.

“A secret admirer” I said putting the note into my camera case.

“Well, it seems as though you’re getting off to a good start. Can you stay focused enough to pull
off your first day?” she asked knowing the answer.

“As sharp as cupid’s arrow” I said turning on my flash and focusing my camera at mid stage.

The lights went low as a plum of white smoke creped across the stage. Purple and pink lights
danced through the plum of smoke. A big flash of magician powder burst at the tip of the stage
then out came Prince playing “Let’s go crazy” (the theme of the first day of the fashion show). The
place roared with cheering guest clapping their hands and dancing as Prince performed live like it
was his first time on stage. It was a fantastic opening. I took pictures of him in his usual awesome
presences. After his performance the lights went low again. The stage is softly lit with plums of
smoke hovering like a morning mist.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Mr. Jeffery Ashton” said a low slow deep voice. A spot light
slowly pierced through the cloud filled stage and made its way to the center of the stage. There in
all his glory stood Jeffery in a solid purple suit with a pink satin shirt and matching signature poke
a dot tie and hand fan. He is stunning. The crowd burst into a loud applause as he stood taking it
all in. I started taking pictures of him as he stood in his Bill Blass couture suite.

“Thank you, thank you. You are all too kind” he started. “Welcome to the first day of our annual
spring fashion show. I guarantee you will be as stunned as I am over the next few days at the
fashions that these wonderful top designers have in store for you. And now without further a due,
the fashion show is officially opened” he said fanning him self and cheek kissing Prince who
started playing Let’s go crazy again.

The first models began to come out and strut across the stage. They looked like a string of the
world’s most expensive pearls as they come out one by one. Thirty minutes had passed by until
the lights went dim again. Andre Bocelli music began to play (Canto Della Terra). The crowd is
quite and intently watching the stage.

The stage lights slowly began glow. The heavy velvet curtains opened slowly, then out strolled
Mishka Strova. Her beauty is breath taking. The crowd watched in awe as she strutted out in
synchronized steps of Andre Bocelli wearing “Red Diamonds”, an exclusive couture design of
Paul LaGassi.

She walked with elegance wrapped in grace. I took what seemed like endless frames of
pictures. She turned on a dime at the end of the stage then stopped. Turned again and posed for
the hundreds of photographers and the attending guest. The crowd burst into the loudest
applause I have ever heard. She stood in all of her elegance posing like a Greek Goddess frozen
in time. The flashes from the photographers kissed her image like a dozen tinker bell ferries with
magic wands. Jeffery was clapping his hands so hard I thought he would break his wrist. Victor is
smiling from check to cheek as he knew he had the number one model that had captured the
world.

She broke her posed and walked a third of the way down the stage and stopped again right at my
waiting camera shot. She smiled and winked at me then assumed her Greek Goddess pose
again. I took picture after, after picture as I smiled looking up at her. There was no denying it, I
was hooked even after she had left the stage I couldn’t get her out of my mind. The rest of the
fashion show went without a hitch. Victor is happy, Jennifer is smiling and I was looking forward to
the after party and seeing Mishka.

Chapter 6 ~ The After Party

The first day was coming to a end and what a day it was. The show went off without a hitch. The
designers were writing orders and sketching new designs in a frenzy. The crowd slowly strolled
out gabbing about the pieces they liked sipping the last of their cocktails while valets were
rounding up their Limos, Mercedes, Ferraris, and Rolls Royce’s.

“Well, was it as good for you as it was for me?” asked Jennifer sipping a Cosmo walking towards
the valet with her ticket.

“All that and then some, I got so many great shots of Mishka and Jeffery” I said toasting her
glass.

“Well, I’ll drop you off so you can get ready for the after party and pick you up say around 8:30?”
she said tipping the valet.

“Works for me” I said slipping into the passenger seat.

My tux was waiting for me in my room when I arrived. I hooked up my laptop and logged on to my
email to check on messages and download the day’s photos from my hand full of memory chips. I
poured myself a drink and casually watched the pictures download as I unwound. Mishka’s
pictures began to pop on the screen one by one. I took slow sips of my cocktail as I watched her
pictures appear and slide into another. She is as beautiful as the moments I spent taking them.

After making sure all my pictures downloaded, I finished off my second Jack & Coke and got
dressed. Jennifer had just pulled up to the hotel when I got to the front door. The night was
perfect and calm.

“Hubba, Hubba” said Jennifer smiling as I got into the car.

“What? It’s just a tux” I said putting the coat in the backseat smiling back.

“Just a tux, ha, looks like a Jack Victor “Estrato” to me. Am I right?” she asked waiting for the stop
light to change.

“Yeah, you’re right. You been in the business too long Jen” I said adjust my tie in the visor mirror.

“That and I know when a man is dressing to impress a lady and not just any lady” she quickly
answered back.

“Well, I kinda have my eye on someone.”

“Let me guess, your secret admirer with the tulips?”

“Yeah, you could say that.”

“And is her name Mishka by chance?”

“Good guess. How you figured that?”

“Victor told me she wanted to make sure that you would be at the party.”

“Well, you’re being ever the accommodating host” I laughed turning up the music.

We drove through downtown to the Castille Paris hotel which is located in the rue Cambon
nestled in the exclusive 1st arrondissement amidst the haute couture houses and boutiques of
the Paris fashion district noted for having housed the couturier Channel since 1910. The Castille
is nothing short of fabulous. The valet greeted us as we pulled up to the grand entrance.

“We are here for the Victor Sheldon party” said Jennifer tipping the valet.

“Yes Miss LaSalle, through the double doors and to your right, he’s expecting you.” The valet
responded. We went in as instructed. Guest are lined up being greeted by Victor and Jeffery
personally.

“Ah, my friends, I am so pleased for to be seeing you” said Victor with a glass of Vodka and a
cigarette in one hand while extended his other one to shake.

“Victor, Jeffery” said Jennifer greeting them both with cheek kisses.

“Look at you girl, turn around and let me see that Donna Karen. I am liking it!” said Jeffery fanning
himself. He is decked out in a Yves Saint Laurent black tux.

“And you look at you Michael in your Jack Victor “Estrato” tux. I am impressed” he continued with
his review of us.

“Thank you Jeffery. Your first day was nothing short of spectacular.” I said as we followed them
both into the party.

People were everywhere with cocktails in hand gabbing about the show.

“Let’s have a toast” said Victor signaling over his personal waiter. “For you Miss Jennifer and for
you Michael” said Victor handing each of us shots of Vodka.

“To this wonderful day and my friends” he said clinking our drinks and throwing back his first.
“Here, here” we chanted back throwing back the shots.

“Please, please, go mingle, I will be around” said Victor lighting up a cigarette nudging us towards
the crowd.

“Well he’s happy” said Jennifer as we headed for the bar.

“Yeah and you’ve got one big client to add to your growing list”.

“I wouldn’t be where I am today without my friend and best photographer on my team”.

“Well, like they say, it takes two and I got you babe”.

We laughed and talked about the show as we sipped cocktails and snacked on passing platters
of delightful finger food. Jennifer floated away to chat up her clients as I held up the bar for
another round of Jack and Coke. I had just finished off my drink when I heard a sweet soft voice.

“Michael? I am so pleased to see you are here”.

I turned to the delight of seeing Mishka standing with a slender fluted glass of sparkling
Champagne in her hand smiling with bright beautiful eyes.

“Mishka, you were stunning today on the runway” I said adjusting my bow tie.

“You got many photographs of me today? Did I look good?” She said looking down at your glass
then back up at me.

“Miska, you were a goddess on the stage. I looked at your pictures before I came to the party and
they all were excellent. Your poses were spot on and everything you wore fitted like a glove.” I
said looking at her begin to smile.

“You really think so?”

“I know it without doubt.”

“Please order another drink and celebrate with me” she asked. We toasted our glasses and
walked out to the patio over looking the city.

The night air is perfect, the stars shinning and the moons glow lit Mishka’s face and smile.

“So being surrounded by so many women you must be popular guy and have many girl friends,
yes?” she asked leaning back pushing her hair away from her face. I took a sip of my drink and
looked up at the sky then back at her.

“Surrounded yes, popular, I don’t know about that, but there is no one special. It’s hard to find
someone stable in the fashion business. They either have drug problems, an eating disorder, or
too full of themselves.” Her smile faded.

“Do you think I am these terrible things?” she said in a low voice looking down.

“No Mishka. I don’t think you are any of those things. Today on that stage I saw a beautiful
confident woman. I smiled as I watched your pictures float across my computer screen. I couldn’t
take my eyes off you. I was wondering what type of guy could win your heart and how lucky he
would be if he ever did.” I said looking intently into her eyes.
Her smile came back. She sat down her drink and moved so close to me I could smell her
perfume. Our hands moved towards each other.

“Ahhh, there you are!” said Victor taking a puff on his cigarette before putting it out. “I have been
looking for the two of you. Dinner is being served in five minutes. Come, come now and join me. I
have much to discuss with you for my little Mishka’s photographs.”

We broke our gaze as Victor hugged us both and walked us back to the party and to the dinning
room.

Chapter 7 – “I can’t get her out of my mind”

Diner was awesome and the moments with Miska last night wasn’t long enough I thought to
myself as I sipped my latte while reading the reviews in the paper about the first day of fashion
week. They were all ten stars on the new designer collections and models. The reviews about
Mishika and Victor were very good. The reporters were dead on about how beautiful and graceful
she was in every since of the words. The phone rang breaking my trail of thoughts.

“This is Michael” I said rubbing my eyes.

“Good morning Michael this is Mishka Strova” said the sweet and potent voice. My heart
pounded as I prepared to answer.

“Hello Mishka, is everything alright?” I asked fearing something was wrong. I couldn’t figure out
any reason why she would be calling.

“Yes, everything is alright. There is no problems. I was calling for to ask if you are needing a ride
this morning? I could come pick you up.” She said in a hopeful tone. I broke into a big smile, did
a fist pump before answering.

“That would be great. What time are you coming by?” I asked.

“In an hour if that is good for you” she asked.

“I’ll be ready and waiting outside.” I said doing another fist pump with excitement.

“Okay, I will be seeing you then.”

We hung up. I went to the closet and franticly pulled out different outfits trying to figure out what
to wear. “She’s picking me up in an hour” I blurted out loud as I set aside a semi dressy casual
outfit. With five minutes left, I went downstairs and out to the street in front of the hotel. After a
couple of minutes had passed I could see her driving down the block towards me in an awesome
red Ferrari F430. She looked hot as she pulled up stopping in front of me smiling with black
Gucci glasses, a simple black DKNY one piece mini dress, with a silk red and black polka dot
scarf draped around her shoulders. I opened the door and slipped into the luxurious butter soft
leather seat.

“Good morning Mishka” I said with a big smile looking at her glowing presence.

“Good morning Michael. Are you surprised for to be seeing me” she said pulling away shifting
into second gear.

“This is a very pleasant surprise Mishka. I am glad I get to see you before the hectic day starts.” I
said bursting inside.

“Well, I wanted to be the first girl you saw this morning. We didn’t get much time together last
night to talk with all the people around and of course Victor was consuming you with all of his
details.” She said pulling up to the stop light.

“Well, seeing you now is the best way I can think of to start my day” I said wanting to lean over
and kiss her cheek.

“It is best way for me too.” She said looking at me in the moment then back at the road smiling.
We looked at each as we as if we both realized at the same time that our attraction to each other
is becoming apparent to us. I reached out for her hand. She shifted gears then placed her soft
delicate hand in mine.

“I can’t deny it Mishka, you are a beautiful woman and I am very attracted to you. I have been
thinking about you a lot and more so when we are apart. When the fashion week is over I would
like to spend more time with you.”

I said not believing the words that were coming out of my mouth. I was terrified of what she
would say. Did I reveal my feelings too early I asked myself?

She pulled her hand away, shifted gears again then put her hand back in mine. My heart is
pounding. She looked at me smiling then back to the road.

“I would like that Michael. I would like very much for us to be spending time together. I was hoping
that you would very much be feeling that way. The truth is I was feeling somethings inside me for
you when I was on the runway” She said smiling, spreading my fingers with hers and slipping
them between mine.

From that moment on, I knew I was on my way to falling in love with a Runway girl named Mishka
Strova. The rest of the week went smoothly. Day after day we were inseparable at the cocktail
parties. On the runway she would wink at me and every day I wore a pink tulip to let her know
that of all the beautiful girls in world she was the girl for me.

The End

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