Secrets of My Hollywood Life #4: Paparazzi Princess by Jen Calonita Page B
Authors: Jen Calonita
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"Kates, Liz will understand," Rodney assures me. "You had meetings."
One awful meeting and one great meeting. I really liked the director of Manolos . That movie would be a great stepping stone for me, but I feel guilty thinking about it too much. I know it sounds silly, but part of me still feels like picking a new role is cheating on Sam. On the other hand, there's Mom, who thinks the project is all wrong for me. How could the two of us disagree that strongly on what's right for my future? I'm so confused. Maybe I'll feel better after I talk it out with Liz. I can't wait to tell her about the Vanity Fair party!
My cell phone rings and I pick up before even checking the caller ID. "Liz?"
"Kates! Where are you?" It's Liz, and she sounds a little annoyed. "I thought we said eleven-thirty."
"I know. I'm so sorry! I've been calling and calling," I tell her. "Didn't you get my text or message? Mom sprung this stupid meeting on me and it took longer than I thought. It was dreadful, Liz."
"Tell her we're going to lose our spot if she's not here soon," I hear someone in the background complain.
"Who is that?" I ask.
"It's Mikayla," Liz says awkwardly. "We were studying earlier and she heard my dad say I was coming to Cheesecake." She sounds almost apologetic. Almost.
"Oh." My heart sinks. "I just thought . . ." Today was supposed to be about us, I want to say. It's not that I don't want to meet Mikayla, but I was looking forward to having Liz to myself today. I thought Liz was looking forward to having some "us time" as much as I was.
"I know," Liz says even though I haven't finished the sentence. She sighs. "Look, don't worry about being late. I'll tell the hostess you're on your way. How long do you think you'll be?"
I look out my window. We're getting off the freeway. "Ten minutes."
"Okay. Meet us upstairs."
Rodney pulls into the Grove and drops me off near the restaurant so that he can go and park. I hit the ground running, stopping only twice to scribble a quick autograph, and then I race to the Cheesecake Factory. I'm looking down at my leopard Cinch bag, trying to find my Sidekick and that's when I run smack into a girl standing in front of me. "I'm sorry!" I apologize. "Are you okay?" We both look up at the same time and say, "Hey!"
It's Lauren. "What are you doing here?" she squeals. "Ava, come here!"
Ava is yakking on her cell phone, but she hangs up mid-sentence and rushes over to hug me. "I thought you had meetings," she says accusingly.
"I did all morning," I tell them. "Now I'm meeting my best friend Liz for lunch. I haven't seen her since before Christmas."
"Some best friend," Lauren snorts. She is wearing a killer green sweater and black leggings with thigh-high boots. She looks like she just stepped out of InStyle . She eyes my outfit and hones in on my bag. "You're using the Cinch bag! Did we tell you it was hot or what? What did your mom say?"
I blush. "I haven't told her how much it cost yet," I admit.
"Thatta girl," Ava says admiringly. Ava is in an oversized beige sweater, a Dolce tank and wide-leg jeans that look just like the ones I have on. Mine are paired with a black Tahari turtleneck and Chloé heels. Over it I'm wearing a lightweight North Face vest in creamy white with a fur trim hood. Not exactly Los Angeles appropriate, but since I'm not going to Sundance this year to ski, I might as well wear it now.
"So do you have to do lunch with your friend?" Ava whines. "We're more fun."
"Ditch her!" Lauren seconds. We all laugh. "Seriously though, when are we getting together? We'd have so much fun."
"I know," I lament. Hanging with these two really does seem like a great escape. "Maybe this week?"
Click. Click. Click.
I turn around and see Gary, Ava and Lauren's favorite paparazzo. That guy is everywhere! Ava turns me to face him. "Smile!" she says. The two of them hold up their loot from Barneys.
"What'd you get?" I say in between
"Kates, Liz will understand," Rodney assures me. "You had meetings."
One awful meeting and one great meeting. I really liked the director of Manolos . That movie would be a great stepping stone for me, but I feel guilty thinking about it too much. I know it sounds silly, but part of me still feels like picking a new role is cheating on Sam. On the other hand, there's Mom, who thinks the project is all wrong for me. How could the two of us disagree that strongly on what's right for my future? I'm so confused. Maybe I'll feel better after I talk it out with Liz. I can't wait to tell her about the Vanity Fair party!
My cell phone rings and I pick up before even checking the caller ID. "Liz?"
"Kates! Where are you?" It's Liz, and she sounds a little annoyed. "I thought we said eleven-thirty."
"I know. I'm so sorry! I've been calling and calling," I tell her. "Didn't you get my text or message? Mom sprung this stupid meeting on me and it took longer than I thought. It was dreadful, Liz."
"Tell her we're going to lose our spot if she's not here soon," I hear someone in the background complain.
"Who is that?" I ask.
"It's Mikayla," Liz says awkwardly. "We were studying earlier and she heard my dad say I was coming to Cheesecake." She sounds almost apologetic. Almost.
"Oh." My heart sinks. "I just thought . . ." Today was supposed to be about us, I want to say. It's not that I don't want to meet Mikayla, but I was looking forward to having Liz to myself today. I thought Liz was looking forward to having some "us time" as much as I was.
"I know," Liz says even though I haven't finished the sentence. She sighs. "Look, don't worry about being late. I'll tell the hostess you're on your way. How long do you think you'll be?"
I look out my window. We're getting off the freeway. "Ten minutes."
"Okay. Meet us upstairs."
Rodney pulls into the Grove and drops me off near the restaurant so that he can go and park. I hit the ground running, stopping only twice to scribble a quick autograph, and then I race to the Cheesecake Factory. I'm looking down at my leopard Cinch bag, trying to find my Sidekick and that's when I run smack into a girl standing in front of me. "I'm sorry!" I apologize. "Are you okay?" We both look up at the same time and say, "Hey!"
It's Lauren. "What are you doing here?" she squeals. "Ava, come here!"
Ava is yakking on her cell phone, but she hangs up mid-sentence and rushes over to hug me. "I thought you had meetings," she says accusingly.
"I did all morning," I tell them. "Now I'm meeting my best friend Liz for lunch. I haven't seen her since before Christmas."
"Some best friend," Lauren snorts. She is wearing a killer green sweater and black leggings with thigh-high boots. She looks like she just stepped out of InStyle . She eyes my outfit and hones in on my bag. "You're using the Cinch bag! Did we tell you it was hot or what? What did your mom say?"
I blush. "I haven't told her how much it cost yet," I admit.
"Thatta girl," Ava says admiringly. Ava is in an oversized beige sweater, a Dolce tank and wide-leg jeans that look just like the ones I have on. Mine are paired with a black Tahari turtleneck and Chloé heels. Over it I'm wearing a lightweight North Face vest in creamy white with a fur trim hood. Not exactly Los Angeles appropriate, but since I'm not going to Sundance this year to ski, I might as well wear it now.
"So do you have to do lunch with your friend?" Ava whines. "We're more fun."
"Ditch her!" Lauren seconds. We all laugh. "Seriously though, when are we getting together? We'd have so much fun."
"I know," I lament. Hanging with these two really does seem like a great escape. "Maybe this week?"
Click. Click. Click.
I turn around and see Gary, Ava and Lauren's favorite paparazzo. That guy is everywhere! Ava turns me to face him. "Smile!" she says. The two of them hold up their loot from Barneys.
"What'd you get?" I say in between
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