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This story is filled with the twist and turns of when we risk it all a...
Good morning, Paris. Always a great feeling is coming back to the city of lights. The last time I was here was with Zan. She came to buy some work for a client, and I tagged along for the ride; I spent the trip walking around the city, getting to know the sights while she worked.
During Fashion Week, Paris exudes this unmatched energy; there is a marriage between traditional Parisian architecture and ambience with a modern take of trends on full display.
I was staying at the Hôtel Plaza Athénée, where they prepared a gorgeous room with a view of the Eiffel Tower for me. It was a room fit for a queen with a royal aesthetic.
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It was also a family room, so it had other bedrooms for Susan and our security guard, Henry. He was quiet, but someone Jay worked with before, so I trusted him.
"This is incredible," said Susan with a glimmer in her eye.
"It is," I agreed.
"I want to go out and explore a bit," she said.
"You guys go ahead; I'm going to stay here and wait for my outfits to be delivered," I said.
"Are you sure?" she asked.
"Yes," I reassured her, "you go ahead; I'm sure you'll both love it."
They both left, and I stayed behind going through the news and not surprises stumbled upon some more articles about me with some pictures of the ambush yesterday. "Y/n avoids paparazzi questioning," these people destroy me.
Instead of focusing on that, I called Lewis, and we talked until the Dior people arrived with my wardrobe for the red carpet. Then I just had dinner and went straight to bed.
Paris II
Hair, makeup, lights, camera, ACTION! I should look into acting; every time I get ready for a red carpet event, it feels like I'm getting prepared for the role of this confident, powerful and gorgeous woman.
There was a makeup artist, Jane, a hairstylist, Larry and the stylist to the stars himself, Law Roach.
"You always make me look so good, Law," I said, admiring myself in the mirror.
"Anything for Mrs Hamilton," he whispered in my ear.
After I was ready, everyone left. It was just Law, and I and I said, "I'm happy I have you as my date today."
"As your stylist, I'm honoured to come with you," he said, "are you ready for all of this?"
"I think so," I responded, "I mean, do I have another choice?"
"No, but I got you," he reassured me.
"Thank you," I said and hugged him.
"Now, let's go!" he said.
We made our way to the show, and thanks to Henry, managed to keep the paparazzi as far from me as possible. We arrived at the venue and found Kelly already walking the carpet, so I joined.
"Over here!" One person shouted.
"Pose this side!" another yelled.
"Another one over here!" The other one screamed.
Thankfully it was all standard red carpet shouting and posing requests. I took some pictures with Kelly and Law, then others alone. It will feel normal, but the interview section was next.
I approached a reporter I knew from previous events and greeted, "Hi, how are you?"
"I'm good, and how are you?" she asked.
We went through some standard interview questions, and thankfully, she didn't touch on the topic until the last question, "One last question, how are you feeling based on all the news that recently emerged about you?"
"Well, I'm not here to talk about that; I'm here to support my dear friend Maria Grazia Chiuri in displaying her new Collection at Dior, so that's what I'm focused on today.
"I hope you enjoy it, and I'll see you later," she replied.
"Thank you so much, you too," I politely replied and walked away.
"You handled that better than I expected," Law whispered.
"Don't worry, it's still me; I'm just panicking inside," I admitted, and he laughed.
The show went on splendidly; her collection was gorgeous, and for once, it felt like a regular event with good people and beautiful clothing. We all attended the after-party, where I met with more friends and had a perfect evening.
After dinner with Kelly, we went back to our hotels, and I spent the rest of the evening unwinding and relaxing.
*phone rings*
It was Zan, so I picked up and greeted, "Hey, how are you?"
"Hi, not great," she answered.
"What's wrong?" I asked, worried.
"Brad," she said.
"What did he do now?!" I asked, even more worried.
"He revealed mom's address to the press," she started to explain, "there have been people there outside her house all day."
"Is she still there?"
"No," she reassured me, "Jay and I went to pick her up, but they bombarded us with so many questions it was ridiculous!"
"He went too far," I said.
"Should have killed him when I had the chance," she mentioned.
"All that matters is that you guys are both safe," I said, "I'll figure out a way for all of this to stop."
"Alright, good luck, sis," she told me.
"Thanks, stay safe," I told her and hung up
"THIS PRICK!" I shouted, causing Susan and Henry to rush in.
"What's wrong?!" She asked worriedly.
"Brad!" I said, and they told them everything Zan had just told me.
"Can he do that?" she asked, "are they allowed to publish that type of thing?"
"With the proper pull in the right places, apparently so," I said as I paced back and forth in my room, trying to think.
"What should we do?" Susan asked.
"I don't know," I answered, "let me call Kelly."
I called her, hoping she'd have a solution, but she didn't; she just agreed that Brad had gone too far and what he did was unforgivable. She calmed me down and said we'd come up with a plan tomorrow on our way to Barcelona.
