Ian's POV
"Ian, are you ever going to tell me where we are going? How much longer do I need to wear this blindfold?" Hailey complained, making me smile even more. Her patience was only making this more entertaining. I knew it would be well worth it when she sees where I am taking her.
"Just a little while longer. Trust me, Mi Luz." I grabbed her hand and I worked my way through the traffic to the back area.
I pulled a shit ton of strings to get these backstage passes to the biggest fashion show in the city at the moment. Hailey had been slaving away at her apprenticeship and doing it well, but I knew she would appreciate a backstage view of how things work. Plus, it's never too early to start making those connections.