You can run, but you can't hide

Chapter 8

After a few minutes of walking around and laughing I got a message.

Caitykins,

Where are you? You were supposed to be here like 5 minutes ago?

You better not be blowing me off because I forgot to tell you I sent a limo, and that I didn’t mention that you would be going down a red carpet and attending the opening carpet and getting interviewed for television. ;)

When your interviewer Kyle drops you off in the Alley, It’s the door that says 27, 61 if you wrote that down from our phone call my dear.

See you soon.

Charlie Sheen

JUST KIDDING, It’s Lu.

27, 61, we walked through the door to a small room with a lift.

We took the lift to the Lobby where police were blocking the doors off from girls screaming. A man rushed up to us and greeted us with a French accent.

“Hello ladies, Please this way.” He rushed

We got in the lift again but this time there were 3 security guards behind us and the French man in front of us.

The elevator was quiet with the light elegant music playing in the background.

“Fancy” Lauren whispered to me in a pretty Bogan way and I couldn’t help but laugh.

After a while of going up, the elevator stopped and the doors opened. Mr. French man walked out as he checked either sides of the corridor then gestured us to follow.

We got right to the end of the corridor to the last room numbered 302 (Lu’s favourite number).

The Man knocked on the door twice and then keyed in.

I closed my eyes and expected him to be standing there, my beautiful cousin, but there was no one there. There was a note left on the main table. I picked it up as it read in Lu’s gorgeous handwriting:

Caitykins,

Me and my friends have gone out for awhile. Please feel free to freshen up and send me a message once you’re ready. I’ll be there, forever, I promise.

I Love you chesh monkey.

LuLu

“What does it say?” Asked Lauren

I passed her the note as I told the French man, “You can go now?”

“Yes girly. Please call the Lobby for anything. Louis will tell you all you need to know anyway.” He um, blabbered.

He walked out. It was just us. Lauren and I in my cousin’s hotel room with millions of screaming girls out the window. Yeah, average night.