Chapter 74

ELLE I walk down the streets of New York, not caring about all these busy people talking on their phones and the cabs chasing each other on the road. I have to walk a distance away from my flat because hiring a cab is more dangerous than it seems, especially when it is in broad daylight. I cannot risk the paparazzi's seeing me get inside normal transportation. They will make a huge deal out of it, calling Gabriel a 'shrivelled up git' who can't even cough up enough money for his wife to ride...