Dove
Bucky drove with Miley at the front whilst I sat at the back seat marveling at all the buildings we were passing. We were clearly at the high class part of Paris because we passed fancy cars outside even fancier hotels.
The paparazzi were at random corners just waiting for a photo op as they eyed clubs and restaurants. It felt like a literal dream as Bucky drove us to the hotel clearly knowing the path very well. We didn't enter at the front of the hotel but rather at the back in a much more private entrance.
We climbed out with Bucky's security checking the surroundings before we entered. My first hotel experience in Paris was not glamorous. We entered through a linen room as the hotel helpers washed beddings and multiple other things. A hotel manager met Bucky with our first steps inside with a bright smile.
