The next morning I woke up at 4am. I wasn't used to getting up early and as a result I looked awful. I dressed in skinny jeans, a flowing floral top and a cardigan. I finished the look with wedge heels and grabbed my big Longchamps tote. I exited my room an hour later. A helicopter was waiting for me in Downtown Manhattan. I already called a cab that would be here any minute now.
While I was waiting for the elevator I received a text.
From Paul:
We're in New York! The boys are excited to see you today. Talk soon.
I debated whether I should reply or not. I figured they might be worried if they found out I wasn't around.
To Paul:
I'll be in Miami today. Will be back tonight.
From Paul:
What? No!
To Paul:
Sorry, it's for work.
I haven't told them I'm signed at my old model agancy again. In fact, no one knew. Not even Bridget or Sam. I guess I wasn't sure what their reaction would be that's why I haven't told them yet.
I landed in Miami 3 hours later and got picked up by Elie Saab's assistant. My first day back at work. And it sure would be an awesome one!
That night I arrived in New York around 11pm. I was brought back to the heliport in Manhattan and from there I took a cab back to the hotel. It was after midnight when the cab finally pulled up at the hotel. There were fans outside. Not many, but enough considering the time.
I paid the cab driver and climbed out. The revolving door was locked. I searched for the key card in my bag but couldn't find it. That's when I saw someone walking around inside and knocked on the glass. He noticed me and came over.
C: I need to get in but I can't find my key card.
I was literally talking to the glass, because the guy refused to unlock the door for me. His response sounded muffled as well.
Hotel Staff Guy: Nice try. Go back home, no one's here.
I furrowed my eyebrows. What was he talking about?
Then it hit me. I bet these girls waiting here all tried the same trick on him. I mentally slapped my face and stepped back. I saw how the staff guy grinned before he disappeared.
I took my phone out and dialed Paul's number, hoping and praying he was still up.
Chloe, where are you?
In the background I heard loud mumbles. Must be the boys...
I can't find my key card and this stupid moron won't let me in. He thinks I'm a fan or something.
I heard a bunch of laughter. Apparently Paul had me on speaker.
Yeah, yeah. Go ahead, make fun of me!
I'll be down in a minute. Stay where you are.
I'll try.
I put the phone back in my bag and waited. First the guy appeared again, the one who didn't let me in. Right behind him I saw Paul. He said something to the guy, and he unlocked the door so I could get in.
C: Thanks Paul.
I walked past the staff guy, shooting him a vicious look. I thought I saw him flinch. But maybe it was just wishful thinking.
