f2f → gineti in paris
Gigi had changed back into her street clothes, but the hair and makeup stayed for now, ready to be scrubbed off back in the privacy of her hotel once all the pictures were taken and the spots had faded from her eyes. She and Bella had just posed with Karl for V Magazine, and she’d also done an instagram shout out for... someone. She was pretty sure it was Vogue. She’d said it thirty seconds ago and it had already fallen out of her head, because at that moment her eyes landed on a familiar dark head of hair across the room, recognition turning to doubt into disbelief and then utter joy in the space of a second as she realized that, once again, her boyfriend had managed to surprise her. Bolting to her feet, she was sure she left a trail of confused PAs in her wake a she cut through the crowd, making it to KJ’s side just as he turned to wrap her arms around his waist and tackle him into the wall behind him. “What are you doing here!!!” @kjapayo
