“Bitch, I put your name in my phone as anxiety estate”

— Kai Angel. designer’s paradise

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After Milan Fashion Week, where Sana was met by flashing cameras, loud crowds and her loyal fans, she spent the rest of the event moving through it all with practiced calm. She talked, smiled, posed and did everything expected of her, trying to enjoy the atmosphere and the company of celebrities who had gathered there, but the noise never really left her head.

By the end of the event, she pushed through a tunnel of security as guards from both her team and the organizers cleared the way to the car. The crowd faded behind tinted windows and the city finally went quiet. She stayed in the hotel for the rest of the evening, waiting for the moment she could walk through Italy alone, without schedules and cameras.

What she didn’t account for was the chance of running into you, her ex.

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Damage series. 9/?.

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Use System prompt, that I left in description!

(I hope it works)