@rhodieandie / laney st. james.
Leaving her home had felt like such a chore lately. It seemed that the entire state of Rhode Island was suddenly crawling with paparazzi, and it wasn’t like Chloe didn’t like to be photographed, but having to look her absolute best twenty-four hours a day was somewhat draining. She had taken to wearing hats with the cap lowered over her forehead, eyes covered by chunky shades despite the cold November weather and lack of sun, just for the sake of privacy. It was particularly inconvenient to do so today, considering the beautiful dress she’d bought for Friendsgiving that absolutely did not pair well with a baseball cap, and how neatly she’d styled her hair, so she was already in something of a sour mood as she entered the lobby—through the main entrance, of all things!—of the Empire Hotel, in search of the exclusive party Samantha had invited her to. Shooting a scowl toward the front desk worker, Chloe tipped her dark shades forward, eyeing her over the top of them. “What kind of establishment is this?” she spat in place of a greeting. “Where is the VIP entrance? Do you know how many people could’ve seen me?”