Hollywood's Princess [PUBLISHED]

Chapter One: Pumpkin

People are staring.

As a celebrity, I should be used to people giving me their undivided attention but we one teensy-weensy problem, they’re staring at me like I grew a second head.

Okay, so maybe going to the airport dressed in a massive hoodie and putting on some sunglasses inside a roofed building is a little out of the ordinary. You can’t blame me though, once I remove my disguise, people will recognize me and the next thing I’ll know, the only thing I’ll be able to see are flashes of cameras.

I bit my lip in order to prevent myself from yelling at these annoying baboons to go back to their boring mundane lives. I don’t want to cause a scene at the airport… again.

When I saw a boy lugging out his bag on his way out of check out, I no longer cared about the people looking at me.

“Adam!” I squealed as I started to run to his direction.

He looked up from checking the contents of his carry-on bag to look at me. A grin started to spread across his handsome face as he opened his arms to catch me in a hug.

“Sophia,” he chuckled, crushing the life out of me but I no longer cared. Adam Nicholas was in my arms, and I miss him so much – his smell, his eyes, his smile… everything about him. And boy, his accent, it was one of the biggest turn on. 

“I missed you so much,” I wheezed out before I finally took notice of the fact that no air can enter my lungs, “Let go of me!”

“What’s with the costume?” he asked as he finally released me.

“I don’t want to deal with any screaming fans today,” I whispered to him as if I used a normal volume, people will automatically recognize me.

“I thought you liked being famous.”

“I do,” I smiled at him, “But sometimes I just want to take a break.”

He nodded in understanding before he started to complain on how horrible his flight was. Of course, I didn’t listen because of the man that was approaching us.

My father.

“Sophia,” he called out making me grin. I was in his arms in a heartbeat and he twirled me around.

“Daddy,” I laughed before he set me back down on the ground.

A woman was walking towards us as she rolled her pink suitcase with her. She stopped right in front of us and I looked up at her up and down, assessing her.

She had her brown hair tied up in a messy bun yet she was still a looker. Jet lag was visible in her appearance but she was still glowing.

“Robbie,” she said while showing my father a sickly sweet smile.

Who was this woman? The last time I checked, she was no relative of mine.

God, she’s a walking cliché.

“Kate, this is my daughter Sophia,” my dad introduced to this woman named Kate.

“Hi,” she smiled, holding up a hand for me to shake.

“Hi?” I responded hesitantly, shaking her hand.

I shot a confused look to Adam but he only returned it with a sympathetic expression of his own. I turned my attention back to Kate and wondered who the hell this chick is.

“Well then,” my father coughed out, “Sophia, this is your country, lead the way.”

My eyes lit up in recognition before I gestured them to follow me. Escaping the cool air-conditioning of the airport, we exited to the parking lot where the blazing sun was greeting us with its melting temperature.