Secrets and Lies (a Les Twins fanfic)

Chapter 4: Paris

Friday morning in Paris was bustling. Gabby stepped out of the cab in front of her hotel and slowly took it all in. I’m really here.

People were everywhere walking and riding bikes. Couples strolled by holding hands. It really did look like the City of Love.

“Bonjour, mademoiselle. Bienvenue à Hôtel Le Vignon. Votre nom, s’il vous plaît?” (Hello, miss. Welcome to Hotel Le Vignon. Your name, please?)

“Gabriella Peters.”

Gabby checked in then went up to the room to unpack and check her schedule. There was a Saturday night photo op with the twins at some nightclub. Sunday was a free day. Then a one-on-one interview on Monday. After that she’d spend the rest of the week shadowing them.

Nothing was on the schedule for Friday, but she knew they taught an afternoon dance class at the JusteDebout School. There was just enough time to take a nap, shower, change, and walk the six blocks over to the school.

As soon as she approached the building Gabby saw a crowd of mostly young girls swarming around the entrance. Somebody thought they saw one of the twins down the street and in the excitement Gabby managed to inch through to the door. But a security guard blocked the way.

“Désolé. Seuls les étudiants d’aujourd’hui.Revenez demain.” (Sorry. Only students today. Come back tomorrow.)

In the middle of the crowd one twin posed for a few pictures before escaping inside the building. Gabby silently shook her head. This is going to be harder than I thought.

Back at the hotel she signed for three special delivery packages at the front desk then went to her room to call Patrick on Skype.

“Chellooooo, ma petite amour!” Patrick was wearing a yellow sweater and yellow polka-dot scarf with a matching kango.

“My, my. Aren’t we looking bright today?” Gabby teased.

“Don’t hate, sugar,” he snapped. “Everybody can’t pull off yellow.”

Gabby fell over on the bed laughing.

“So what’s the 4-1-1, hun?”

“Patrick, this Les Twins thing is crazy! I went over to the dance school today, but I couldn’t even get in. It was like Fort Knox up in there.”

“Pardon me for stating the obvious, but you could’ve just made an appointment.”

“I already have an appointment with them, smart ass. It’s tomorrow. But I wanted to do some poking around incognito first and see them in their element.”

“Is that what you were wearing?”

Gabby glanced down at her white button-up blouse. “Um, yeah.Why?”

Patrick pursed his lips and shook his head. “Thank goodness you’ve got me. Open the boxes.”

Gabby did as instructed. They were full of sweat pants, skinny jeans, t-shirts, tanks, and a colorful pair of Nikes.

“You’ve got to be kidding me. I was thinking more jeans and boots. Not sweats and sneakers.”

“Uh-uh, you need to blend in. You want to get the scoop or what?”