"Ma'am, ma'am." A flight attendant shook me awake.
"We're landing in five minutes."
I shook my head free of the cobwebs of sleep.
"Thank you." I dismissed her.
I collected my black satchel and stretched, realizing in dismay that my parents have already sent my stuff ahead of time. I miss Seoul already.
The plane landed, throwing me out of the bed.
"Passengers, we have successfully landed in Paris, France. The weather here is sunny with temperatures of 75 degrees Fahrenheit, 23 degrees Celsius."
"Twenty three? You've got to be kidding me." I mumbled. Swinging my satchel over my shoulder, I exited my compartment. As I started walking Up the gateway, I could hear cameras clicking and multiple people talking.
"I wonder if someone famous was on that plane." I wondered. Then, I exited the gate.
"And there she is! The special guest of fashion designer Gabriel Agreste. Excuse me, miss, but can you tell us about your visit?"
I was starstruck. Why must this be a big deal? I raked my hands through my blond streaked brown hair and gave a small fake laugh.
"It's nothing, really. Nothing of importance." I tried to push it off.
"Can you give us a better understanding of that?"
"Well-oh." A meaty hand clamped down onto my shoulder. Looking up, a man that had a strong resemblance to a gorilla started pulling me away from the crowd.
"Wait, miss we have more questions!" The reporter was cut off with a grunt from the gorilla man.
As the crowd grew more distant, I stepped closer to the gorilla man. Everything here was so different. Then, I wondered about the man taking me away. Who was he? Why was he here? Why am I still following him?
I guess he sensed my questions.
"Agreste." He grunted. Oh. He works for Mr. Agreste. That makes sense.
Outside, the heat almost knocked me down. Even the temperatures here isn't even remotely close to Seoul's. The gorilla man opened the door to a platinum car. You could tell by the way he treats it that it must be crazy expensive.
I climbed into the car and strapped in.
"You must be Ren." I jumped at the voice. Whipping my head around, a young woman with black hair and red ends stared into my soul, emotionless.
"I'm Natalie, Gabriel Agreste's personal assistant. You are aware of who he is, correct?"
I nodded, not really understanding.
"Good. You will be attending school and learning Chinese and fencing. You will also be dining at 9:00, 1:00, and 7:30. Failure to appear at these events would cause for a full search of Paris-"
Wait, a search party? She lost me now. Natalie pushed her glasses up, then continued talking. I zoned her out.
Finally, the car approached black gates. Behind them, a five story mansion. On the left, you could see the Eiffel Tower.
"Manners, young lady." I scolded myself.
The inside was all black and white. White stairs, black railings. White floors, black walls. Honestly, why should I be surprised?
"Your room is two doors down on the right. Your things have already been put in your room."
Natalie then left me in this empty house. Climbing up the marble stairs, the pressure on my chest was noticeably worse.
"No. Not until no one can see."
Clutching the strap of my satchel, I quickened my steps. Bursting into my room, I collapsed next to a low bed.