Just My Luck

"Mom, why do we have to move?" we're at the airport now.

"It's business thing, dear.." mom said glances at her watch

"I mean why can't i just stay here? I'm old enough to stay in an apartment.." i ask, even though, I know it's useless. Duh, we're already in the airport.

"Oh no you can't, Missy. That business thing, you're in it" my dad said casually

"What?? No, how can i know nothing??" i ask, feeling mad a little

"Relax, Cheryll.. Your part will be easy as a pie and really sweet. You'll love it, dear" my mom kisses my forehead

"well I'm not so sure.." The time has finally come and it's time for the plane to take off. Taking us to...Paris.

***

After a few tiring hours, it's 7 pm now, so it must take about 4 hours until we finally arrived in Paris.

"So umm.. We have a house here, right?" i ask

"yes, of course. as soon as possible" Dad just give a goofy smile

"What?? Dad, geez i can't believe we have to sleep in a hotel til we got one?" i can't believe today there are many surprises. I wonder what's next.

"Actually, we'll sleep at dad's business partner's til we got a place" my mom smiles.

"whatever" i yawned.

You know, I'm 19 now and why are my parents still treat me as if imma 10 year old kid? Anyway my cellphone rings. It's Liam, my boyfriend. My parents kinda hates Liam so I just walk away.

"Hello?"

"Bonne nuit, mademoiselle " he greeted

"Ahh Liam, you speak French!" I'm surprised. Because I, can't speak any French. Well all i know is bonjour, merci and well...mademoiselle and monsieur. Psh how pathetic.

"Ahahaha so how are you doing in Paris?"

"I'm just....fine. How are you?"

"me too. Don't forget tonight, you got your web cam with you, right?" he reminds

"yep. Hey dad's coming, talk to you later!"

My dad really hates Liam. I don't know why.

"Is that Liam?" he asks

"uhh..yeah..?"

"Cheryll....How many times do i have to tell you, you don't even love him.. I know you."

"Dad, how many times do i have to tell you, i'm 19 now. Nineteen. In about 4 months i will be 20. I can take care of myself.."

"Break up with him before you sleep tonight."

"What??? But dad.."

"dad's right, dear. I also think he doesn't deserve you. You'll get a way better man than he is, trust me.." mom said

"Both of you don't even know a thing about Liam." I get upset and walk away.

"Think about it, Cheryll. Tell me when you wanna get back" my dad said before i was too far.

""psh whateveeeer"Then i really left them.

Then I know it's a stupid decision. First, I can't even speak French. Second, i've been to Paris before, when i was 7. I don't remember a thing here, of course. And the last, I don't know where to go. Great.

well okay, first destination: The Eiffel Tower. It symbolize Paris. Easy. So i stop a cab. And after about 10 minutes, i arrived at The Eiffel Tower. And thank god, i just need to say The Eiffel Tower and merci. And Eiffel Tower is really, really beautiful. I'd like to go and see the view from on top of it...But...Alone? Maybe I'll ask mom to go with me next time.

There's a cafe near the tower so I'll just ordered a cup of coffee. I had nothing to do. Should i call Liam? I don't think I'm in the mood to talk to him. What if dad's right? What if i don't even love Liam in the first place? Naaaaah Dad's just saying because he hates Liam.

Anyway i just went to a bookstore and bought some magazines. I love fashion. I also love my job, being a model is what i always wanted maybe since i was 4. Heey it's getting late now, i can't believe it's already 11 pm. Maybe i should go back. I sigh, i have no idea where are we sleeping tonight so i ordered another cup of coffee at Starbucks - oh how much i love coffee , and text my dad:

"Can I get a ride to where-ever-we're-sleeping-at-tonight, dad? I'm at starbucks, the nearest from Eiffel Tower. Thanks"

moments later my dad replied:

"Got it. Wait for about 5 mins. Take care"

i yawned and sip my coffee again, while flipping the magazine pages. You know, i begin to love Paris. It's such a wonderful place. Filled with beauty everywhere. Kinda different from LA. I still love LA better though. Well for now. I guess it's not gonna be that bad, living in Paris, huh? Except i have to study French seriously first.

So i think it's already 5 minutes, i hope dad's on time. I walk outside, feeling stupid once again because i don't know which car I'm waiting for. Then suddenly a grey Lamborghini stopped right in front of me. I love cars. Ooooooh especially cars like Ferrari and Lamborghini. This one, in front of me is a beauty. I have a red Ferrari for my own. Sadly, we left it in LA.

Anyway, the door's open for me now. But when i peeked inside, it's not dad, nor any of dad's assistant. Plus he's wearing a sunglasses. Duh, It's night. I can't see any reason why anyone should wear one. Of course i become hesitant.

"Ms. Cheryll Madison, no?"

"uhh..yes.."

"Well don't you wanna get inside?" He's smiling.

"um okay." I sit nicely next to the stranger.

God, please, if something happens, please, spare me..

The stranger chuckled at my (strange) attitude.

"Relax, mademoiselle. I won't bite. My name's Gaspard by the way" He offers me his hand

Uhh why i have a bad feeling?

He can't be him. There are thousands of people named Gaspard. He can't be him.

I hope so.

"um..yea..Cheryll" I take his hand and he kissed it. Um okay. Does French people do that much?

"So umm..Do you mind to take off your glasses? I just wanna see your face" i ask unsure.

"Oh! Forgive my manners, chéri"

Cherie? Just meet me seconds ago and already give nicknames? okaaaay..

Anyway he take off his glasses.

Damn.

"Does anything matter?" he asks, looking at me

".....You're Gaspard Ulliel"

"Oh that's very nice of you to know me" He smiles.

Okay. Now I begin to hate Paris.