The Eiffel Tower glowed against the Paris night, its golden lights casting a romantic sheen across the city. Just a few blocks away, the entrance of Fashion Week’s most anticipated show was alive with glitz and glamour. Paparazzi flashes sparked in every direction, bouncing off sleek limousines and shimmering gowns.
A stylish female host stood outside the venue, smiling brightly as she adjusted her earpiece.
Her co-host stood beside her, looking sharpy in a tailored suit.
“You look absolutely stunning tonight,” she said with a playful grin, tilting her head toward him.
“Thank you,” he replied with a modest laugh. “You’re making me look underdressed.”
The pair exchanged a knowing glance, their chemistry as polished as their wardrobe.
“So, what do you think about this year’s lineup?” the woman asked, her tone excited. “There’s such a buzz around the new faces and the comeback brands too.”
Her co-host nodded, eyes scanning the red carpet. “Paris never disappoints. But this
