Devon and I stand out in the balcony with his hands wrapped around my hips.

“France baby!” I yell at the top of my lungs, probably causing Devon to flinch.

“You’re rather excited,” Devon replies, chuckling in my ears.

I turn around throwing my hands around Devon’s neck and giving him a quick peek on the cheeks.

“I’ve always wanted to visit France,” I reply, giggling.

“What shall we do first?” Devon asks, letting go of the embrace and walking back into hotel room.

“Let’s go shopping,” I suggest, shrugging my shoulders as I follow Devon back inside.

“Girls and their shopping,” he replies, rolling his eyes but it glints with humour.

I pout, running up to Devon and jumping on his back. “What’s so bad about shopping?”

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Dear Fashion Intern,

I just want to ask for advice because apparently, I’ve been flunking every single interview I go to. I have an interview with a magazine next week and I really really really don’t want to screw this up.

Thank you very much in advance! I know you’re busy. But I need rescue.

Anonymous

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