Karen

Demyan 

There was always a point in your life when you wished you could wave your platinum billionaire card and use the fact you were the top model to hopefully skip a queue. I knew realistically I could. If I just snapped a few pictures with fans I could be on my way out, matcha in hand and handsome husband in the other. 

However my parents had taught me humility at its finest; even though Pa threw good tantrums when someone got his order wrong, but the point was even though cravings were driving me up the wall, I had to stay composed. 

"We could have just asked one of the guards to get it for you," Ethan sighed as he wrapped his arms around my waist then pressed a kiss to my neck.