A couple days after meeting the famous Stromae, I was busy with all the movie promos in France. I was being pulled left and right with hair and makeup. Changing outfits and trying to stay sane. Especially with Amy bugging me about what to say in my interviews as well as reminding me of Stromae.
Finally, I was able to get a day off. I thought to myself that I should probably hit the beach to relax.
"Hey, Amy!" I said very excitedly. "Since you know it is my day off. Can we go to pleassseee go to the beach?!"
"hmmm. Let me think" Amy said in a very monotone voice.
"Amy!"
"haha. I'm kidding! And I know just the perfect place!" Amy said with a smirk on her face.
Amy and I started packing our beach essentials. I picked out my favorite bikini that complimented my complexion.
We were eventually done packing and out the door. We called our driver, Vincent, he was great and funny.
Vincent pulled up in the front of the hotel and came quickly came and grabbed our bags.
"Bonjour Mademoiselle Amy. Bonjour Mademoiselle Arabella" Vincent said with the brightest smile.
"Bonjour!" Amy and I said at the same time with the biggest smiles. It was always great seeing Our awesome driver We got in the car and Amy sat in the front in seat, while I was in the back. Typical Amy.
"So where to?" Vincent asked looking at me through the rear view mirror.
I was going to say 'I don't know', but Amy beat me to it. She leaned over to Vincent's ear and whispered the location. I just sat there rolling my eyes at her, which is becoming a bad habit of mine. She couldn't have been so obvious. She pulled away and Vincent nodded at her. He then gave me a slight smile through the rear view mirror.
Hmm. The beach better be good.
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"Bienvenue à Sanz Troupes (St. Tropez)" The lovely sign said. I was so memsmerized of the beautiful view in front of me, my mouth was wide open
"You're luck there aren't any flies out here" Amy said closing my mouth for me. "BY the way we also got a yacht!"
"Yeah. Yeah...... What?!? a Yacht! How?" I said excitedly.
"I think you forgot who you are. I talked to the boat people, who were a cute old couple. The only thing I said was 'Arabella Go---' and they were like 'you can use one of our best boats. As long as she can sign an autograph for our daughter'. And just like that we got this beautiful Yacht." Amy said with her hands on her hip and sassy self.
"All right, all right, I guess it's a great day to be me" I say pulling my ray an shades on.
We get situated on the yacht and despite it just being Amy and I, plus low key Vincent on this huge boat, I knew we would have the most peaceful and fun time. I felt free as I laid on the recliner looking at the vibrant sky for over an hour.
I then got up and went over to the railing and I started to laugh at the thought of wishing the paparazzi was here taking the perfect pic of me standing by this railing, the wind blowing my hair in the right places on this boat.... Anyway, I take in the fresh air, the waters, and...... STROMAE?! I lift my sunglasses off my face and squint to see if I am actually see things right.
Yup. That's him. In another boat, next to me.
'"Amy! Girl where yah at! I yelled as went away from the railing inside the yacht. I spot Amy sitting at the lounge eating some grapes in her cute bikini.
"You won't believe who I just saw!" I say as if it could be the worst.
Amy turns towards me. "Who? It better be Leo DiCaprio. "
"Noooooo... It's Stormae" I said in a whisper as if he could hear from the next boat over.
"No way! I so called it, this has to be fate or something. Or some damn good luck" Amy smirks and stood up from her chair, took my hand forcing back outside. I struggled and she kept tugging forward. She stops before we are actually outside and Amy starts to fix my hair, put my sunglasses and make sure boobs were on point. "Seriously?"
"What you gotta... you know" Amy doesn't even finish her sentence and we are outside. His boat has definitely gotten closer and I can see him with his friends and music blasting. Amy sees what I'm seeing and drags me to the recliner.
"ok, we are about to tan, not like you really need one but I do. But we need to act like we chill and a little sexy" Amy rambles way to quickly and continue to say "
