The elevator doors opened with a small ding as we stepped out.
A short lady with sharp features and brilliant green eyes greeted us by the lounges where we stood waiting.
"Bonjour, my name is Callie and I'm here to escort you to the studios for the interviews" She said, she was dressed in a killer pant suit and had a small ear piece in and was holding a black leather binder folder.
We all called out our hellos and followed her outside into the cold Parisian air. There was a large black limo that had just pulled up.
"This will be your transport to and from the studio" She said and opened the door for us.
Tom had hold of my hand and we were about to get into the limo when a group of photographers appeared and started shouting out their names and asking if I was dating Tom. They clicked their cameras furiously at us and some of the group smiled politely but didn't stop to answer any questions.
We hurried into the limo the door being closed firmly behind us. The seats were all black leather and there were small touches of tortoise shell colouring around the handles and lights.
There was a space for three to sit across the back and down the sides could fit at least four or five people. Tom was gripping my hand tightly as he pulled me down next to him.
"You okay?" He asked.
"Oh yeah, do you guys get that often?" I asked the group.
"Sometimes yeah, it's mostly when they know we'll be somewhere for work" Zendaya said.
"It is kinda frustrating when you're just hanging out with friends and stuff though" Tom said beside me. The others nodded their heads in agreement.
It must be pretty taxing to have these strangers shout at you for photos and ask you personal questions, I think those photographers needed a lesson in boundaries.
We pulled away from the hotel and began the journey to the venue for their interview. It took us about twenty minutes before we stopped outside a beautiful building, it looked like a palace.
There was another group of photographers waiting, their cameras at the ready.
"You don't have to say anything to them, just smile if you want too okay" Tom said and kissed my cheek quickly. Laura, Jacob and Harrison stepped out of the car first. Laura and Jacob posed for some photos quickly before heading inside. Some of the paparazzi took shots of Harrison.
Zendaya left the car and let them get a few good shots of her before catching up to the others. Tom and I hurried to the open door and when we got out the paps went nuts.
They were shouting at us, asking to confirm rumours that we're dating. One of them even asked if I was pregnant. That one comment pissed me off instantly, just as I was about to tell him where to shove his question, Tom slide his arm around my shoulder and we walked inside.
He gave me a small squeeze before letting go. The house was decorated it lots of pastel colours and strangely shaped furniture that were supposed to be ultra-modern and sleek, but to me just looked kinda strange.
Callie joined us moments later.
"So, we have makeup and hair stylists here for you and a wardrobe section for anyone that wants to change their outfits"
This side of interviews and press days was really fascinating to me. In one room there were four chairs set up in front of makeup stations. One for each of the cast members.
There was also a dressing room where four metal racks were filled with different clothes, they were labelled with the appropriate names.
I was lost in my own thoughts, thinking about how it was strange but also really cool that people could have their measurements sent off and a group of stylists would pick outfits for you. Designer brand names flashed through my thoughts.
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