Touched [H.S.]

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So I know absolute zero Italian so if I got anything wrong, please blame google translate :)

T.W.- drug usage

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"Molte grazie, miei bellissimi amici! Please, enjoy yourselves! Ora festeggiamo!"

I watched carefully as the crowd broke out in applause. Alessandro Michele stood on the stage, speaking excitedly into the microphone. My Italian was mediocre at best, having only been in Italy for about a month now, but from what I could gather, he was thanking a variety of people and welcoming everyone to the Gucci Cruise after party. The runway show had ended shortly before the party had gotten underway and thanks to my internship at Gucci, I was lucky enough to be able to attend both.

Sipping my champagne slowly, I let my eyes gaze around the room. I couldn't believe the amount of famous people in attendance. I knew the fashion show was going to be big but I had no idea I would be taking a selfie with Elton John or touching up my lipstick next to Saoirse Ronan. And yet here I was.

I had even somehow managed to keep my shit together as I watched Stevie Nicks and Harry Styles kick off the party with a performance of Landslide and Stop Dragging My Heart Around, not an easy feat considering my dad raised me on classic rock and I was a major Directioner in my teenage years.

I smoothed my hand down my green dress. The rhinestone-studded fabric felt rough under my palm. I had never worn anything this beautiful or this expensive before. Because the event was both high fashion and high publicity, I was allowed to wear one of the sample Gucci gowns from the upcoming line. This particular dress was stunning and fit like it was made for me. It had a high neckline and deep, laced, v-cuts down the side that showcased my side boob perfectly. I was also well aware that with the right lighting, my nipples were clearly visible through the thin silk underlay. I didn't care though. I felt absolutely gorgeous in it. Besides, nipples were basically a trendy fashion accessory nowadays so the more visible the better.

Taking another sip of my drink, I looked around the table I was seated at. My coworkers watched Alessandro give his speech, completely enamored by his flowy Italian accent. He was my boss's boss and I had only met him a handful of times since starting my internship, however I totally understood why everyone was in love with him. He was incredibly charming and his eye for fashion was absolutely impeccable. My eyes drifted to the empty seat next to me, Alessandro's seat. I had no idea how I ended up getting seated next to him but I was sweating bullets thinking about him joining our table in a few short moments. Getting on his good side could make or break my career.

After Alessandro had accepted his applause, he made his way to the table, stopping to shake hands or kiss cheeks every few feet. Finally he had gotten to the table, nodding to each of us in turn as he took a seat.

"Hello, my loves!" he said, his accent heavy. "I am so happy to be here with you! You are having a good time, no?

There was a chorus of agreement as everyone at the table gushed about what a wonderful time they were having and thanking Alessandro for inviting them. I smiled widely, nodding my head as he looked at me, taking my hand in his own.

"Ah, so good to see you here! How are you liking your internship? They are treating you well I hope?" he smiled at me kindly.

"Yes! I am enjoying it so much! I can't thank you enough for giving me this opportunity! I am learning so much!" I said, perhaps a little too enthusiastically. I was feeling an overwhelming mix of excitement and anxiety at getting this chance to have a conversation with the creative director of Gucci and I think it was showing.