Marinette really needed to start showing up to school on time so that she wouldn’t keep missing important developments.
She was barely in the building for fifteen seconds and Lila was all anyone was talking about. Apparently coming in two minutes before the bell rang was enough to completely miss the fact that Lila apparently knew Jagged Stone, Prince Ali, and seven Hollywood directors. Chloe was the mayor’s daughter and even she didn’t have that much clout.
She walked past Mylene – saying something about how Lila was personally invited to the Lancôme Fall 2015 Couture Party a few months back – and bumped shoulders with Alya. “Who on Earth is this Lila girl?”
Alya looked up from her phone and jutted her chin across the courtyard. “She just started here.”
Marinette lifted a brow and saw Nathanael talking animatedly with a girl that she didn’t recognize and happily exchanging numbers with her. “Uh huh….”
“She gave me an interview, did I tell you?” Alya grinned and pulled up the video on her phone. “Apparently Ladybug saved her life once. My Ladyblog had the most hits ever afterwards.”
Well, that was something Marinette would’ve definitely remembered if it had actually happened. She scowled as she scanned through the video of this Lila person laughing into the camera and waxing on about this dramatic rescue that Ladybug never pulled off. “Who the heck is this girl?”
“I don’t know but she’s got the most incredible life,” Alya said. “And now she’s going here. She’s totally awesome, apparently her and Ladybug are really close friends.”
Marinette scoffed defensively. “Um…I’m close friends with Ladybug. I got you that personal interview with her. You know, the one that got you a thousand new followers?”
Alya laid a hand on her shoulder. “Oh no, of course babe, and that was fantastic. But Lila has like super duper insider information on Ladybug never heard before. It’s going wild.”
“You cannot be serious,” Marinette frowned. “Where is this chick, I need to have a quick chat with – ”
“Oh my goodness, I don’t think we’ve met yet!”
Marinette barely had a chance to finish her sentence before Lila practically skipped across the courtyard and slid up right next to Marinette, less than a foot away from her face. Marinette jumped in surprise and leaned her body away from her while Lila folded her hands behind her back and pinned her with a sly smirk. “U-Uh,” Marinette mumbled.
“This is Marinette,” Alya helpfully supplied. “She was that best friend I was telling you about. She’s also our Class Representative.”
I woke up that morning to feel the opposite side of the bed was cold. “Vic?” I called getting out of bed and wrapping the duvet around my bare shoulders. I walked downstairs and saw an envelope on the counter with Y/N written on it in Vic’s sloppy hand writing. I laughed and opened the envelope.
Nothing beats a summer abroad. But when travelling far from home it’s always nice to bring along an old friend from the neighborhood. Cobblestones and Cafe de Flore. Serena’s locked down the Left Bank and become a muse to us all. Meanwhile, Blair rules the Right Bank. Storming the shops and consuming the classics. And sampling sugary snacks like a modern Marie Antoinette. But we hear Serena’s stories sizzle while Blair’s are more fizzle. She shopped at Saint Laurent, and dined at Drouant, but the only beau B had this summer is on her headband.
Hunt cleared his throat, his distinct way of calling the class to attention. He expected a lot out of his students, and refused to raise his voice.
“Now,” he began. “I was on the phone with a friend of mine this morning… Francesca Belletini, CEO of Yves Saint Laurent. She is putting together a new ad campaign for the new fragrance, Forbidden. She is looking for talent for an ad to launch the fragrance. The actor or actress who stars in the ad will be the new face or muse for the fragrance. She is holding casting calls in San Francisco this weekend. I was informed me that they haven’t quite found what they are looking for. They need a fresh face for this campaign; not a familiar face or big name. The old faces are so tired, in their opinion. Francesca wants someone to get the town talking; someone to raise eyebrows and stir questions. Since we are good friends, she is allowing members of this class to submit for the part. There will be five students selected to attend the casting call. This will be considered a school related field trip. All expenses will be covered by the school, and I will be chaperoning. If chosen, this will be a huge opportunity for new doors and connections to open. You may bring me your submissions tomorrow.”
Her heart leapt. An ad for Yves Saint Laurent! And a possible weekend with Hunt… The thought caused her heart to beat with excitement.
After class, she found her way to the front of the class where he was packing up his things.
So at my vanilla job I see SB’s shopping with their SD’s all the time but I just had a customer come in with a friend and she was definitely an SB, she had a beautiful saint Laurent sac de jour 😍😍 that I couldn’t stop lusting over. Well as I’m ringing her out she asks if she can do two different transactions because she wants to use two different cards, fine. She starts to tell her friend how her boyfriend who I assume is really her SD has authorized her on his account and she just got her own card and she doesn’t want to spend too much because she thinks he’s watching her to see if she’s good. She had a few other bags with her and her friend asked her if she thinks she’s doing well and she’s like yeah well besides the fact that I just bought a new mac book. (In my head I’m screaming for her like YASSSS). She seemed a bit new and naive and I almost wanted to tell her it sounds like you found a whale girl you better cash out and also lets be friends haha. Oh and for anyone who thinks I’m judging her and this guy may actually be her boyfriend, they proceeded to ask me if my job was hiring and gave me their resume, and I definitely don’t know and 21yro boys who have high credit limits or that would authorize their gf on it either. Oh and she was a black baby as well, so for all you beautiful black babies who think SD’s don’t want you they do and when you find one their usually whales
“Can you believe it? She opens Giles, she closes Prada. At Nina Ricci, she opens and closes. At Givenchy and Saint Laurent, she simply closes. Whatever she does, Julia Nobis, the acid-hued, flaxen-haired Aussie is the runway’s most-wanted model—and she doesn’t even have an Instagram account. Hear that? Not one follower, not one post, and not one “like.” In the modeling world, where careers are now Insta-born and personalities are digitally cultivated, Nobis is an unfiltered anomaly. Go backstage at any show, and it is a rare thing to not spy a model Instagramming a kissy-face selfie or posing pretty for a group shot. Unless, it is Nobis, who, regardless whether she is backstage at Chanel or Dior, is most likely studying for her medical exams to become an emergency room doctor.”
“If there is a trace of Nobis on social media, it is low-key, usually a clip of her playing guitar on YouTube. (She’s quite talented.) There’s the off chance that you may catch a cameo appearance by her on her too-cool-for-school bosom-buddies’ Instagram accounts—sometimes bespectacled on Hanne Gaby’s feed, tagged under a comedic pseudonym like @gentlemonsterofficial or on Katlin Aas’s as @nobis_wan_kenobi. But Nobis’s own hyper-curated account is nowhere in existence. And in this smart phone–smothered day and age, where we can track a model’s skyrocketing rise, or simply where they went to brunch, it’s refreshing to see someone like Nobis—who leads a life separate from the runway and has a bevy of other interests. But that is what makes her career fascinating—not every fresh face has to have a 30K-plus following to remain a power player in the modeling game. In fact, maybe it is sometimes better to be like Nobis, the equivalent of today’s flip phone—a little old-school, somewhat removed, unreachably cool—and a total burner on the catwalk.”