Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty
Paris was amazing
+25 BONUS
Something about the city just felt so alive. You could feel it in the air, hear it in the music from street performers. who set up shop along all the tourist attractions. You could smell it in the bakeries, with freshly baked bread every moming that made my mouth water. Waking up every morning and heading to the hotel where the event was holding always felt so soothing as I wished I could just sit there and have a nice cup of coffee with some fresh bread, some cheese, and the perfect music playing in the background.
Rachel and I still hadn’t gotten an opportunity to do all the things we planned on doing. I was always busy, working from early in the morning until late at night. Thankfully she’d met a French guy on her very first day at a restaurant, and he was keeping her busy.
1, on the other hand, was a different kind of busy. I usually worked well with event planners and party managers, but something about the French crew was just so infuriating. They outright refused to listen to any suggestion I might have, and they did not even spare me a single thought when I gave them instructions. They seemed to have this idea that only they knew what they were supposed to be doing, and I was just some immature little girl who didn’t know how to handle things.
The event was being held at Hotel Le Bristol, a 5–star hotel situated on the Rue du Faubourg Saint–Honoré. Rachel and 1 stayed in a much smaller hotel about 15 minutes away and I always walked there just so I could take in the scenery. Paris was truly a beautiful city, and there was always so much to see. I always kept my AirPods in while walked, and focused on the beautiful scenery while listening to Désolée by Fanny. It just made sense given the aesthetics of the city, and so far it was helping to keep my rage in check. Thankfully, this would all be over soon.
On the last day of the event, I could hardly wait for everything to be over so I could finally let my hair down and experience Paris the way I was supposed to. After having an argument for over thirty minutes about where the Photo Booth should be set up, I decided I needed some air. The party manager, Isabel Labile, was only an inch away from making me smash my head through a wall. The whole idea of having a photo booth was so people could take pictures of themselves having a good time, with the company logo covering the background so it could serve as another form of advertisement. But instead of having the booth on the main floor, Isabel thought it would be best if we moved the Photo Booth outside by the pool, where it would be virtually impossible to stir up anyone’s attention to their existence. It didn’t make any sense to me. And yet, she just refused to see reason. So I decided to give it up, and just step away from the chaos for a little bit
I decided to go for a walk, and I walked out of the hotel after throwing on my jacket, and I just kept on walking. 1 was seething so much that everyone around me must have noticed, because they started to give me a wide berth after a single look at me. This was all Isabel’s fault, and as much as I tried to rein my emotions in, I just couldn’t do it. How could anyone be this infuriating? Why couldn’t you just listen to a suggestion? And she actually had the audacity to tell me that I could leave if I didn’t want to work with them. What happened to being professional?
