“Kathy” Miles uttered before stopping the car. “We’re here.” I didn’t even realize we arrive at the main entrance of the Hotel. I saw photographers and Paparazzi outside, waiting like vultures to take photos of us. “I’m sorry, I know you’re not used to this, but please bear it for a while,” Miles said as he went outside and opened the door on my side. Camera operators and Paparazzi clicking non-stop photos. Bright flashes were blinding me even inside the tinted car. Miles offered his hand, smiling at me. I grabbed it as I stepped outside of the vehicle. He held me on my waist, protecting me from the media and photographers as we walked towards the hotel entrance. I heard them asking me incoherent questions, but I ignored them. I was not even a celebrit