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THE FUTURE BELONGS TO THOSE WHO BELIEVE IN THE BEAUTY OF THEIR DREAMS. Alya Marie Yousefi-Dubois 29 Elysees, 8th Executive Director at Dubois Cosmetics

you see me holding up my middle finger to the world. Fuck your ribbons and your pearls, 'cause I'm not just a pretty girl

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Full Name: Alya Marie Yousefi-Dubois Nickname: Ali Age: 29 DOB: January 29th, 1992 Zodiac Sign: Aquarius Gender: Female Place of Birth: Paris, France Arrondissement: Elysée / 8th Sexual/Romantic Orientations: Bisexual Religion: Muslim Occupation: Executive Director at Dubois Cosmetics
Goals/Desires: To take Dubois Cosmetics to a new level, to consider herself a success, to please her parents, to be happy, to learn to salsa Fears: Spiders, rats, losing her family, failure, ending up alone, not feeling happy with her life, losing herself Hobbies: Yoga, pilates, shopping, going to live music, dance, cooking, travelling, Netflix marathons Likes & Dislikes: Iced coffee, freshly baked croissants, sunshine, dancing, festivals, the feeling of the sun on her skin, beaches, travelling, the smell of new leather, vanilla, liquorice, anything and everything that’s liquorice flavoured, cherries, fashion, make up, shoes, fresh bed sheets, family, friends, dinners out, dancing in the street, running through fountains, Netflix marathons, sunsets, having her hair done, photo albums, yoga, pilates, shopping, cooking, exploring new places, candles, spa days, library books, pineapple juice, rollercoasters, musicals, going to the theatre, jasmine tea, having her hair played with, Lindt chocolate truffles, home renovation shows, romantic comedies // spiders, rats, clowns, small holes, heavy metal music, backstabbing, being fake, overworking, hospitals, anti-feminists, instagram’s nipple censorship, pineapple on pizza, flavoured chocolate, early mornings, being disappointed, mess, crooked pictures, people who use her, cold weather, rain, Hogwarts House: Gryffindor
Parents: Firuz Yousefi (Father) & Celine Dubois (Mother) Siblings: None Pets: One miniature dachshund - Tatin
STARTER: for @alyayd LOCATION: Industry party for Vogue France TIME: 8:30 PM
Although Camille wasn’t easily intimidated by industry events, tonight’s party hosted by Vogue France was a bit of a different story. Being associated, in any way, with the prestigious fashion magazine felt like a once in a lifetime opportunity and while she was sure to have to put up with some of the world’s most vapid and egocentric individuals, it finally seemed worth the potential reward.
In an effort to blend in amongst the crowd of socialites, designers and fashion extraordinaires, Camille had dressed herself from head-to-toe in her trendiest designer clothing. And from the plethora of guests who she had managed to network with, her effort hadn’t gone to waste. That is, at least, until a clutzy cocktail waitress backed into her arm, spilling a fountain of red wine down the front of her white Chanel blazer.
With a loud gasp, Camille’s mouth fell open, her body frozen in fear that one wrong move would worsen the potential staining. Or worse –– she would draw even more attention to herself and the fact that even after years of practice and exposure, she was truly still a fish out of water.
Alya wasn’t a stranger to these kind of events. Having worked at Dubois for years now and growing up as heiress to the company, she was well versed in them, but this was her first big event as Executive Director and she knew she had something to prove. All the big names would be there and if she had any hope of proving herself to be a worthy future CEO, she knew she would have to make a good impression.
Dressed to the nines in a way that made it look like she had simply thrown something on, as everyone else seemed to be, Alya was trying to blend in, quiet chats around the events, handshakes, bright smiles for complete strangers. She just had to get through tonight without a hiccup. It was her job and she knew she needed to do it, but as she greeted another person who claimed to know her and definitely didn’t, Alya could feel herself bristle ever so slightly. Excusing herself from a conversation, she made her way across the room, aiming for the bathrooms to have two minutes to herself.
As she crossed the room, she spotted the familiar blonde, her face breaking into a smile until she watched the wine instantly spill onto her white blazer, creating a giant pink stain. “Oh, shoot.” Grabbing two glasses of white wine from a passing waiter with a smile, Alya hurried as subtly as she could over to her friend. “Hey, want to come with me for one second?” Handing her one glass of wine, Alya linked her arm through Camille’s, using her body to hide the stain as she led the blonde to the bathroom. “I can’t fix it, but I have a spare outfit in my car if you need my driver to bring it in. I’ve got you, babe.”
Sehwan let out a sigh as he let himself into the apartment building. In the year that he had been back in Paris, he had gone through 2 tenants at the apartment his mother had left for him. Not because it wasn’t a wonderful apartment - it absolutely was. But because he somehow managed to attract the flakiest tenants. As he took the stairs leading up to the 5th floor - preferring the physical exertion of the stairs to the cramped space of the elevator - Sehwan felt the familiar pang in his chest. Even after being here for a year and several visits to said tenants, he was still always struck by the lack of his mother’s presence when he walked into the familiar building. He couldn’t believe it had been eight years since she had walked these halls. But he quickly shook himself out of said thoughts as he began taking the stairs two at a time.
When he finally made it to the 5th floor, he moved to let himself into the apartment. The latest tenants had moved out after just 7 months as they were expats and had been relocated to some other European city by their jobs, their one complaint that the front door often got stuck. He had to shove his shoulder against the door to get it to open even after he unlocked it, a resounding noise echoing through the hallway, so he couldn’t really blame them. As they’d left quite suddenly, he hadn’t had a chance to inspect the apartment till now. Leaving the door open, he walked into the living room, immediately noticing the scratches and chips of the paint in the living room, where furniture had no doubt been bumped against the walls. Slowly, he walked into the kitchen, inspecting drawers as he went.
“Can you hold it, please?” Alya called out as she hurried through the front doors of her building, groaning as the people in the elevator ignored her and let the doors close. “Thanks a lot.” Checking her watch, she rolled her eyes and leaned down to scoop up her sausage dog, knowing that with the dog’s tiny legs, it would be easier to carry her than have her walk up the stairs to the penthouse. “Come on, sweetness, we’re going to walk it today.”
It took her a lot longer than she’d want to admit to climb the stairs and as she reached the fifth floor, she finally had to put Tatin down and take a little break. She was only a floor away, but with her legs feeling like lead and her dog having squirmed in her arms for around ninety percent of the way, she needed a minute to breathe. As Tatin began barking, Alya looked down, watching as the door barked at the glass pane in the door that led to the corridor of front doors. “Tatin, ssh.” Scooping up the dog again, Alya peered through the door, noticing the door wide open to an apartment she was familiar with. “Sehwan’s place. Let’s get you home first.” She hurried up the stairs to the top floor, scanning her key card before moving through the security door and into her hallway.
Dropping Tatin off in her penthouse and grabbing the only thing she could think could work as a weapon, a rolling pin, Alya slipped out of her heels and into her fluffy slippers, the only things comfortable enough to run in that were in reach, she made her way back downstairs to the fifth floor, shifting slowly inside of Sehwan’s apartment.
“Hello? I have my phone ready to dial the police, if you come out now, I’ll tell them you didn’t steal anything!” Holding the rolling pin up just in case she had to strike, she edged into the apartment, trying to sound like she wasn’t terrified. “The owner is on his way! I would get out of here before he arrives! And I am totally armed so don’t think about coming for me either!”
The mild panic and awkwardness was so unlike Alya, the pair so comfortable with each other they saw themselves like siblings of sorts. Caoimhín could talk to her about anything and know that after some light teasing, she would be there for him. Did he tell her everything? Of course not, but he knew he could and he was sure that she felt the same. Everyone was entitled to some mystery and privacy, so whatever it was that had her on edge, he wasn’t going push her about it.
It didn’t stop her antics from being hilarious, though, and he could’t help laughing as she tried to talk her way out of it.
Caoimhín walked outside with her and noted the deeper shade of red that appeared on her cheeks. Maybe they were related as they both seemed to embarrass easy. “Oh yea, it’s roasting,” he agreed in a mocking tone, the smirk growing.
“Yea, a friend works in this area, so I’ve been around here quite a bit. There’s a place we can go to just down here,” he answered, guiding them both as they were linked by their arms, walking down the Parisian street. “I haven’t seen you in a while…get up to much for valentines?”
It didn’t feel right, trying to keep a secret from Finn. For Alya, Finn was one of those friends where she never had to hide anything. Sure, he didn’t know every single crevice of her life, but she had never actively kept something from him before. In some ways, she wanted to tell Finn everything, tell him the history, the hurt and the confusion she now had that Luca was back in her life, but there was also a big part of her that didn’t want to let herself believe that she still had feelings. If she told Finn, everything would be real.
“Stop, I heat easily.” As soon as her head was turned away from him, she pulled a face. I heat easily? Was that really the best she could come up with on the spot. God, Alya.
Checking her phone quickly as they walked down the street, Alya dropped it back into her bag to focus fully on her conversation with one of her best friends. “Oh okay, cool, I’ll just follow you.” She didn’t know the area well, it wasn’t an area of Paris she often ventured to so she was glad that Finn knew his way around. “Um, not really. I went out for Galentine’s Day, I went to the festival thing.. Then I went home and spent the evening with Tatin and most of the menu from the Chinese restaurant around the corner.” Of course she’d leave out the not so minor heart flutters she’d had at the festival. “You?”
location : Cafe Du Temple with : @alyayd
How long had it been since she’d occupied his mind, infiltrating every other thought? Since the chance encounter of her dropping into Desiree’, what followed was a series of events that once again found Luca at a crossroad, one where Alya fit perfectly into place once more, but with so much left unsaid. Was it right for him to give her his number? Was it right for him to send her flowers? Was it right for him to text her and slowly get back into a new normal routine? He didn’t realize how much he’d missed being in a semblance of a routine with her until everything seemed to pick up again. It wasn’t back to where they were before no, but Luca couldn’t help but feel that somehow the universe was giving him his third and final shot. He’d once heard a customer talk about how incidences happened in threes, meeting Alya in university, seeing her again at a business event, to now? He’d be a fool to say that things didn’t happen by chance.
Which was why when a new chance came into fruition, one that had the florist wandering around in Palais-Bourbon for a delivery, he couldn’t help but think to himself what she might have been up to. Had she had a busy itinerary? Was she trapped in a meeting that didn’t allow her to sneak away to have her beloved snacks? Was her smile still brilliant, hair still soft as silk, aura still warm and inviting as it’d always been before? After he’d delivered a rather large order of arrangements for a hotel in the area, Luca found himself walking down the path that led him to Cafe Du Temple. Tourists and residents alike seemed to be surrounding the cafe, trying to order drinks and pastries at a rapid rate. That was when his eyes caught the sign for a pastry special, one that once again brought out in the forefront of his mind, thoughts of her. Taking out his phone, he scrolled till he saw their messages together, he hesitated a moment before deciding to take the plunge. There were no other deliveries for the day and Maeva and the new hire would surely be fine back at the physical location without him, wouldn’t they?
L : Hey! So I’m at Cafe Du Temple and they have a some very tempting pastries and a questionable liquorice based drink special. Made me think of you. If you’re around, I’ll be here for a bit catching my bearings from a delivery. If not, hope you’re having a good day. x.
With the text sent, Luca walked up to the line, spotting a table outside that he could sequester into. To his surprise, he’d received a text back from Alya that she also just happened to be in the same neighborhood, she’d meet him shortly. Getting out of the line then, he decided to secure the table, taking a seat and telling a few others who wanted to take the chance to strike up a conversation that he was terribly sorry but he was waiting on someone. Waiting for her . Soon enough, he found his eyes locking with hers from the distance, the tell-tale sign of his heart beating rapidly at just the sight of her coming back once again. Offering her a smile as she was finally within earshot of her, he said, “You came,” A bit bashfully, before he continued. “I haven’t ordered yet, but I can grab it now if you want to wait here.”
As soon as the text had pinged in, Alya had been staring at the screen, trying to think of what to reply. It had taken pretty much all of her self control not to immediately reply with a yes but the text thread from the week before had stopped her. Should she really put herself in this position again? it had been clear from the second she had laid eyes on Luca again that her feelings hadn’t changed, but he had still left, he had still turned her down when she invited him over. If she said ‘yes’ to meeting him now, would she just be setting herself up to get hurt again? Why should she meet someone who clearly wasn’t interested?
“Alya!” Snapping out of her own head, Alya looked up at her assistant, instantly rolling her eyes. “You’ve been staring at your phone for ten minutes, just go already, yes, I ready the text from over your shoulder and you didn’t even know I was there.” Rolling her eyes again, Alya didn’t need convincing twice and quickly tapped out an agreement to meet Luca before hitting send and slipping her feet back into her high heels. “Have fun.” Grabbing her bag, Alya made her way to her office glass. “Eat glass, see you tomorrow.”
Arriving at the cafe a little while later, Alya ran a hand through her hair, adjusted her outfit and took a deep breath before walking inside. It was like they were drawn together as their eyes instantly locked together and after offering a small smile from a distance, Alya made her way over to the table Luca was sitting at. “I said I would, how are you?” Should she hug him? Kiss him on the cheek?Stand awkwardly until they both sat down? Nodding, Alya set her bag down on the table. “Sure, you know I’ll eat anything. Can you get me a glass of water as well, please?” Sitting down on one of the chairs, she crossed one leg over the other, tugging her skirt down a little to cover a little more of her thigh.
As Luca appeared back at the table, she smiled and took the glass of water from the tray. “Thank you. So, has business been booming since the valentines event?”
Micayla had long ago realized that if she insisted on running Le Rouge the way that she did, she needed to find other activities to do during her time off that were just as engaging mentally as managing her club. Simply relaxing wasn’t really an option as she knew she would get too bored. So she took up various classes that not only stimulated her mentally but also physically. Today’s class? Salsa.
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