Paris.
It was three days later that the popular French model, Alicia Faucher, finally gave Alix the time of her day. Not willingly. But based on a note that said -
'Tell her if she doesn't speak to me directly, I'll assume she's fine with what I really wanted to say. On record.'
Cautious as she was, Alicia was spooked enough into meeting her at a private setting of Alix's choice.
"You leak beauty even with your shades and scarf~" Alix smiled, speaking with a fluent French accent.
Alicia's eyes widened. She hadn't expected an Asian woman to be behind that anonymous message. Then it suddenly occurred to her where she had seen her.
"Ren Alix!"
"Almost perfect pronunciation. Hmm, I will give you a seven on ten."
Alicia gave her a dirty look that all too expressed her fury. She let off her scarf and glasses that showed her indignation on full display.
"So it was you."
"It's a surprise you didn't figure it out soon. I was prepared for my note to bite the dust."
