She smiled as she put the final dress she needed in her suitcase. Finally. She turned around and double checked if she had anything she missed. Nothing turned up.
Satisfied, she walked to the hall with the suitcase in her hand. Her mom was sitting on the sofa reading Vogue. "You're going already Yuuki?" Her mom asked her. She nodded as she struggled to drag her suitcase down the stairs.
Her mom simply turned her attention back to her magazine and replied with a small "Mm". She turned and just as Yuuki was about to leave, her mom called her again.
"Don't cause any trouble. I don't wanna clean any more messes." Slightly annoyed, Yuuki nodded and said a small "yea yea." As she exited the house. She turned back to look at the house again.
Being in the top 1% of society certainly had numerous perks. One of them being extremely aesthetic looking houses to live in.
The rosewood complemented the decor and the flowers and small plants planted in the front garden. Truly a sight.
Yuuki got in her car and told Ryu to drive. Who is Ryu? Yuuki's official adviser and manager but unofficially her very best friend. Because of spending up to 6 years together they both had obviously created an almost unbreakble bond.
Ryu wasn't half bad looking. And 'half-bad looking' meant he could easily become a model with his face and physique and aura. Considering his numerous talents and abilities, he was quite the ideal man.
Maybe Yuuki might have fallen in love with him except he... was married. So without a thought she labeled him as her trustworthy best friend. He always looked happy when his wife's call came up and she couldn't help but tease him about that.
They simply talked about their schedule as he drove her to the airport. After arriving, it wasn't even a second later that screams started to be heard.
Everywhere.
Be it the starstruck reporters, crazy fans or the dumbfounded bodyguards who were absolutely stunned after seeing Yuuki in real life. She had that aura about her. As she kept walking she could barely focus because of the flashing lights and screaming.
This was something she had recently started to grow accustomed to. Well, she had to ever since she was 16 years old and had been revealed to the public as the sole heir to The Ayane Corporation.
A multi billion dollar company that provided some of the world's finest clothing. If you wore any Ayane accessory or clothes you had a status and it was obvious.
As she kept walking she could hear a reporter speaking quite loudly. A female reporter, who seemed to be giving Yuuki an introduction for a segment of her channel. The reporter's introduction became audible to hear as Yuuki walked further and slower.
"Yuuki Ayane... the heiress of Ayane Corporation is now going to Paris to sign yet another deal that is rumored to be the final breakthrough for Ayane's Debut in France. Some sources suggest that this deal is just the beginning of the domination that Ayane was going to start in France as soon as it would become stable there. The public expresses many wishes of Yuuki modeling for promoting Ayane in France because they know she successfully could but the Ayane corporation has yet to make any remarks regarding that matter. We all still, however, wish that our requests are heeded."
Yuuki couldn't help but lift up the corners of her mouth at this. As unhappy as she with the spreading rumors of the deal so soon, she had not expected such great responses from the public. The stocks rose even more after this accidental greatness and ultimately resulted it being another medal for Yuuki to show off. Paris, specifically was the main hub for fashion and was renowned for it all over the world and this achievement was surely going to be a big one.
Being complimented on her beauty was just the cherry on top. She was used to it since she had great genes from her parents and was also known as the face genius. Her eyes were a grayish black and a little bigger than typical people making her appear rather innocent. Her lips were proportional to her face features. Her eyelashes were also quite long and thick, having many people mistake them for fake ones.
Her hair were genetically straight and had a color quite close to the darkest shade of ebony. Their shine and softness, only made her appear more angelic as they rolled down to her waist. She worked out pretty hard for her body too, making her one of the closest things to 'goddess on earth' in the eyes of others. Of course her genes helped her appear... more mature at some areas in terms of a woman's body.. thanks to her small waist, her body was easily better and sexier than a top actress. She still didn't look too seducing as that would damage her reputation regardless of her doing nothing. So she had maintained a thin frame for her body. She held quite an exquisite body that made heads almost hypnotically turn when she walked by. Women envied her and men, without a doubt, wanted her.
As Yuuki got comfortably seated in her private jet, she looked outside the jet. One of her favorite things to do was traveling. She really loved watching the jet take off into the sky and slowly rise above clouds. The feeling of mild anxiety but great excitement for the destination she was reaching, felt quite nice.
What the reporter said was essentially true. Yuuki really was going to London to sign a deal with an important corporation which surely will give Ayane a jumpstart in the French fashion industry.
But Yuuki did not know she was in for more than a deal when she arrived in Paris.
Yet again, passing through the frenzy of reported desperately trying to get a word out of her to write huge articles on whilst criticizing her. With a slightly annoyed expression though, Yuuki passed through this swiftly.
While walking to her car she could now properly breathe and take in the smell of... well.. London. It smelled quite different from her own hometown but that difference wasn't exactly bad. Just new. Paris had a very different atmosphere. It was light, cold, yet had a little thickness lingering somewhere. She felt rejuvenated. She was pleasantly surprised by this.
She was walking towards the car but then...