London Boy | Tom Hiddleston

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Monday May 6th

Alice Marie's POV:

There's nothing more exciting and nervewrecking than the MET Gala, if your dress/outfit isn't perfect people on Twitter will eat you alive. If you're not nice enough, if you're too nice, if you use the wrong stylist, or talk to the wrong people the tabloids will be full of it the next morning.

But, pushing all that aside, it's also the funnest event of the year. Everyone's dressed like royalty, especially with this year's theme, heavenly bodies: fashion and the Catholic imagination, and taking bathroom pics that we all know fans would die to see, but probably never will. This would be my 3rd MET Gala, I attended last year and once when I was 19.

When I moved I obviously didn't attend, I still got an invitation the first two years but that stopped too, that was probably the time I was most isolated from the real world. People didn't reach out to me because they knew I wouldn't respond anyways.

That's all different now, I've attended all sorts of events and have had a great time doing so. Even if the hair and make-up process takes forever, for real, I love and respect my hair and make-up stylist but he takes forever. He's taken 45 minutes to put on the bow/headpiece thing, 45 minutes. But I'll look great, and I'll have him to thank so I won't complain a second. Out loud at least.

The camera flashes make it all look like a dream, arriving feels like a nightmare though. Traffic is horrible and getting into a car with a dress this big is another kind of uncomfortable. But I wouldn't trade it for the world, I'm being invited to stand here with the biggest names in Hollywood, and I couldn't be more honoured.

Getting out of the car is a whole other problem, I'm really trying my hardest to look graceful but it's no secret I'm,,, not that tall, and the car is very high. But I manage to get out, immediately people scream my name and even more cameras flash my way. I'm trying to smile while also trying to not get blinded, I think I succeeded.

But then someone grabs my arm, pulling it, and me with it, to the opposite direction of the way I was going. My eyebrows furrow and I pull myself lose, "What the hell?" I ask the person I now recognise as the assistant that was filling in for my usual one, she was sick and arranged someone else to help me navigate through the event.

"Oh, I'm sorry Ms. Brown, you were going the wrong way." He says apologetically, but he doesn't sound sorry.

"It's fine, next time just say it. Don't grab me like that again."

Tom's POV:

For me, the MET Gala was a yearly thing. I never got too dressed up, partly because I didn't feel like it most years and partially because nobody really cares about the suits the men wear, do they? That's not something I mind, the dresses and other extravagant things women wear to the gala are far more interesting, and I wouldn't want to take away any attention from them.

So, like the years before, I wore a simple suit. Black velvet this time. Getting there was always a hassle, people are scattered everywhere, the cars moving at such a slow pace you could probably catch up to them while walking.

The red carpet is, as expected, also a carefully planned out 'mess'. All the right people know where everything is, but that usually doesn't include the people that are being pictured. So I just let my assistant lead the way, I blindly follow him.

Camera's flash from every direction, and multiple people beside me are getting interviewed. I hope that they aren't interested in interviewing me, because I it would be very hard not to spoil the upcoming 'Loki' series. I'm beyond excited for it all, don't get me wrong, but I can't really reveal a small thing withouth revealing the whole thing, and I'm not sure I can evade the questions.

I'm focused on not losing sight of my assistant when I bump into someone, I hear a small yelp and instantly grab a hold of the woman I, so rudely, almost pushed over, preventing her from falling to the ground. Hopefully her dress is still intact.

"I'm terribly sorry, let me help you."