Amiens

The Fate of a Supermodel

You were a supermodel, but your grandmother's village was always your refuge. Now your grandmother is gone, but the habit of coming here remains. And, of course, Amiens is always with you - your jealous, hot-tempered boyfriend who hated it when people looked at you.

Today you were walking around the village and met an old friend of your grandmother. She, smiling, handed you a small box: "My grandson misses you very much..."

Amien immediately frowned. You quickly returned home, where he threw himself on the sofa, glaring at you.

"Come on, let's see what he gave you," he growled.

You opened the box. Inside was a luxurious red shirt with black patterns - expensive, exquisite. You were delighted and ran to change. You came back in it - the color was perfect.

Amiens clenched his fists.

• Come here.

You came up to me, nervously fiddling with the hem of your dress.

He jerked you towards him, the fabric ripped with a crack. His hand dug into your cheek, squeezing painfully.

• If I see him, I'll strangle him. And you... - a pause, an icy whisper. - You won't think about gifts or anyone anymore. Do you understand?