Astrid walked out of the doctor's office now with her glasses, even though she hated it with passion.
She had wanted contact but since he did it for her out of pity she dared not say a word.
When Julian saw her, he was finally relieved.
"Finally, let's leave.." A gentle smile played on her face, "Thanks a lot for the glasses."
Julian glanced at her and blinked slowly unimpressed, "Why go for contact when it doesn't even last long?"
"I wasn't allowed to take my things," she replied casually for the first time and Julian stared at her weirdly.
"Oh… so you had used contact for the wedding," Astrid didn't give a response anymore.
They were about to walk out of the hospital when they noticed the press already standing outside the hospital.
"Fuck! How did they get to know I am here," Julian grumbled, the moment they saw them they rushed like an angry mobbed toward them.
Immediately a crazy idea popped into Astrid's head, Before Julian could process she pulled his hands, and they both ran in the opposite direction.
They ran for a few seconds until they got to the spot where they could hide.
"What the.." Astrid clamped her hands on his lips stopping him from talking.
She placed her index on her lips gesturing for him not to talk, and just then the press ran past where they were hiding.
"Let's go…" she whispered as she then helped him pull his jacket and placed the little scarf she had around her shoulder on his neck now covering his face.
"We are going to be cool.." Astrid said as she made her hair cover half of her face. "It should be easy this way," she let pulling his hands again as they found their way back to their car.
The moment they both got into his car the press ran back to their car but it was too late Julian drove out of the parking lot at full speed.
Julian cracked at the thought of it, "Whose idea is to make me run?" Julian asked Astrid who kept breathing heavily.
"I am hungry.." she mumbled instead of a response, Julian was surprised at the way she asked for her food.
"Should we go to a restaurant?" She bobbed her head almost immediately as nodded and then he drove to the closest restaurant which happened to be one of the biggest and most expensive restaurants in Paris.
They alighted the car, since they were not expecting the press to be present but they didn't want to take another risk so they used a nose mask.
Astrid couldn't help but be grateful for her glass.
"Welcome… the whole restaurant is booked, maybe we can try another.." Julian pulled off his mask and the lady gulped down in shock.
"Mr. Logan. .."
"She is hungry. Are you trying to tell me to leave?"
"Yes… anything bad by abiding by the rules you would also expect people to follow?" Astrid looked forward to seeing a familiar lady.
Maren, the top model's manager, stood confidently with both hands folded against her chest.
She built one of the biggest modeling agencies in the industry.
She had even helped launch Mattie's career. Astrid had always admired her from afar, watching her on TV and hoping to meet her in person one day.
"Why are you here?" Julian asked, his tone laced with surprise.
Maren rolled her eyes, "Why shouldn't I be? I am currently working here."
She gestured to the crew setting up their equipment. And then Some set of crews walked in with their equipment.
"Oh… you are here to make a commercial," Julian stated and Maren smiled.
"Mattie made you know a lot about our job," all this while her eyes were on Astrid whose eye stories at her with admiration.
"Who is she?" Astrid shifted back from him at this question, she could now notice eyes on them and wouldn't want to embarrass Julian.
"No one…" Astrid answered immediately before Julian could say the word.
She can't keep going everywhere introducing herself as the wife of Julian Logan.
Julian glanced her way and scoffed, "You have been my role model. I am excited to meet you today."
Some ladies not quite far from them busted out laughing at this gaining their high attention.
"What seems funny?" Astrid thought and only then did she recall her body.
"It's nice to meet a fan, but I am surprised at the way you become close to him.." Maren retorted.
"Get someone to help us bring our order so we won't stress any of you during your project," Julian told her.
"No… you would have to help me before you can eat here," Maren announced Julian paused his lips in irritation.
"And what is that?"
"Let's do the commercial together," Julian scoffed at her idea.
"I would rather go home, you seriously don't want to get Mattie mad do you?" she smirked moving closer.
"Do it, and her stomach will stop the continuous growling," only then did Astrid's eye whip up as she thought.
"She is also pretty, I can bring her into the commercial.." Astrid eyes widened in shock.
"Is she just calling her beautiful?" she asked, a bit shocked at the whole thing.
"Oh... I will pass please." Astrid let out but the lady moved closer.
"We are short of the models who are supposed to be here and bringing you both in would make it interesting," Maren stared at Astrid having puppy eyes.
"You just said you are a fan of mine. I am sure you would be good at doing some of my styles. I promise it will take a long time."
Astrid sighed and after much persuasion, she agreed, along with Logan.
"Alright… let's get to work, dress her and have her change."
"Dress but you are not going to have my size.." Astrid let out but Maren kept her in her seat.
Placing her head on her, "You don't have to be worried about that.. It's going to be available all I want is.." she handed her a script.
"You watched me a lot right?" Astrid bobbed her head, "You should know my style then."
Astrid stared at her confused, "Never mind it going to be understandable when the makeup artists are done."
Maren let out, gesturing for them to do their job.
Maren was already upset that her model had to call off at the last minute because she was sick from too much stress.
She had warned her to rest but she felt she wouldn't stick to just her and over-stress herself.
She had wanted to make a commercial with the title,
"Refining beauty and using the restaurant's latest menu for ads since they wanted to collaborate with them."
She had always thought someone chubby is good for the job but she doesn't have a chubby model.
But the moment she set eyes on Astrid she wanted her almost immediately.
Sipping her wine she moved closer to Julian, "If I am right that is your wife," Julian didn't say a word and just stared at his reflection.
"You like her?" Julian whipped his head to her side, having an irritated gaze.
"Enough.."
"Would you want me to scout her?" She asked further and Julian rolled his eyes.
"No," he replied a bit too fast.
"Why? You had connected Mattie to me, why don't you want her to be a model also."
"She is my wife," he let off a bit of a bit sterned.
"Mattie is your childhood lover but you seem okay with it, why don't you want your accidental wife to do the same?"
Julian gestured for the makeup artist to stop, "I don't want her modeling, having some issues with that?"
"You must like her," Maren stated and Julian glanced back to the mirror.
"If I am right you don't want other men's eyes on her."
Julian didn't dispute this and Maren smirked at this.