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prince-edward:
Edward could already read the newspapers in the morning, he name and the photo of him being in the front row would be plastered over every tabloid in the UK. This was still tame considering his past indiscretions but it wouldn’t still well with his parents he knew that much. There was no way Arthur would show up to event like this and the invitation practically fell into his lap ho was he supposed to turn it down? He didn’t hide the fact that he was sitting in the first row, beside Anna Wintour and some up and coming actor that he was forgetting his name at the moment, the paparazzi would still be able to get a picture of him if he was sitting in the back row. His eyes stayed on each model for a couple seconds before he moved on to the next one. If he started too long she would be tied to him by the morning so he clapped when he needed to and nodded when it was appropriate. It wasn’t until he saw the dark haired model made her way down the runaway that he realized that he couldn’t pull his eyes away. The moment had nothing to do with the fact that she was dressed in thin underwear with a pair of wings but it was the smile that shined brighter than the lights that followed her, how she was genuinely happy to be up there. The sound of camaras made his eyes pull away once she walked past him and he looked at the next one, it was a small second and all the training was gone. The after party was another bad idea that he couldn’t say no to as he walked through the make shift tents with loud music and his handler kept mumbling how it was late and he had his charities to meet in the morning. “One drink and then we’ll go.” He replied handing him a shot and the order to enjoy himself for the night which just got him an tired sigh in return. The squealing of models was the first sound that he heard once he made his way towards the second room and he met with all of them and each of them bombarding him with questions about his favorite part. His charming smile came out, it always did when he was at events and in front of actual supermodels. His attention was once again caught by the brunette who made her way towards him. “His royal highness Prince Edward of Wa-” Peter said introducing him before he stopped him. “Edward, please.” His hand extended out to shake hers and this time he didn’t take his attention of her. “You were amazing up there but I’m sure you’ve gotten that all night.”
Chloe had never been good at being the center of attention off of the runway. She tended to be the person that shied away attention. It confused a lot of people, since she was so open about her body, but she liked to keep her inner self to herself. She hated her birthday, anything that required her to give a speech, and interviews. Having the undivided attention of people she didn’t know made her uncomfortable, but she had learned to live with it. Something she never got used to was having the attention of an attractive man on her. She could hear her mother’s voice in her head telling her to make eye contact. Her hand extended and she shook his making sure her eyes weren’t glued to his feet. She let out a laugh at his comment. He was right, she had been showered with compliments all night, but his was the first one to actually make her blush. “Thank you, that’s really nice of you. Did you enjoy the show?” she asked politely, tucking her hair behind her ear. Her question was one that most people would ask for no reason other than to make polite conversation, but she did genuinely want to know if he enjoyed himself. Doing the fashion shows was one of her favorite parts of the job. She thrived during nights like this and during fashion weeks. “You know I have to admit I didn’t except you to be in the crowd tonight. Doesn’t really seem like your kind of event,” she mentioned casually. It was a bold statement for her to make. She didn’t know this man outside of what she’d read over the years in the magazines. He seemed to be the type to push the limits but a lingerie fashion show was surprising. Somehow they had become separated from the group, the conversation now just the two of them. She much preferred it this way. She was better at one on one conversations than in a group. “What was your favorite part?”
