Secrets of My Hollywood Life #4: Paparazzi Princess by Jen Calonita Read Free Book Online Page A

I've never gotten in before and I've always wanted to go. I may have been annoyed with Nadine before, but all is forgiven now. I want to scream, but I don't think it would be appropriate. "I got into the Vanity Fair Oscars party," I tell Lauren and Ava excitedly.
    Lauren squeals so loudly that I hear dogs bark next door. "Us too! We have to go dress shopping together."
    "Girls, let's celebrate!" Ava lifts her champagne glass to toast. Lauren grabs hers too. I quickly reach for my seltzer and cranberry.
    "Hey, girls, smile," a photographer says.
    I turn and grin broadly. Today that's not a problem.
    Saturday, January 10
    NOTE TO SELF:
    Date w/A -- tonight @ 8 PM. Tell A great news!
    Sunday -- SAT tutor @ 9AM, photo shoot 4 Fever @ 12 PM
    Monday, Tuesday -- call time @ 6 AM
    *Tues. night. Gina's movie premiere! Red carpet @ 7 PM
    Wed. on location -- Santa Monica Pier 7 AM
    Study 4 Nadine's SAT prep exam. Have Nadine look in2 driving lessons. Again.
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    January 11
    LEAVING TREMONT PLASTIC SURGERY CLINIC:
    Don't think that Hermès scarf and Chanel shades can hide your face from us, Alexis Holden. We saw you leaving Tremont Plastic Surgery Clinic yesterday with a big, white bandage over your nose. Has your honker been downsized? Your new publicist says "she was there researching a role," but we think otherwise. The nose knows, as they say, Alexis, and once you come out from behind that Hermès scarf, we'll know for sure too.
    CAUSING A SCENE AT YOGA CENTRAL:
    Loopy Pretty Young Assassins director Hutch Adams threw a hissy fit at his nightly yoga class when a substitute instructor asked him to move his mat so there was room for another student to join the class. After repeated attempts to calm Mr. Adams didn't work, he was removed. Don't think you'll be doing the downward dog there again anytime soon, Hutchy. Boo hoo.
    DOUBLE DATING:
    Drew Thomas, you dog, you! Your sweet little dates may not have realized they had competition for your affections, but we caught you red-handed. At five PM on Saturday you took a mystery blonde for dinner at Koi (Too early, dude! What were you doing? Hoping for an early bird special?) and then at nine thirty you had a brunette on your arm as you entered Shelter. Tsk, tsk. Let's hope neither of them read this column!
    NEW BFFS SPOTTED AT THE CINCH FOR A CAUSE LUNCHEON:
    Family Affair star Kaitlin Burke was shopping and laughing with new best buds Ava Hayden and Lauren Cobb at the annual Cinch for a Cause luncheon benefiting breast cancer research (see our pictures under the STARS OUT section). Sources tell us the three are inseparable, having vacationed together over the holidays, and Kaitlin may be in talks to do a reality show with the girls, which would follow their adventures in a Malibu rental next summer after Kaitlin's stint on Family Affair ends. Unlike Lauren and Ava, the party lifestyle is new for Kaitlin, but she seems to be settling in just fine. She was seen sipping and toasting with an unknown beverage at the luncheon. "I'm not saying it was definitely alcohol," says one witness on hand. "But with those two girls at Kaitlin's side, I wouldn't be surprised."
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    Four: Kaitlin Burke Kidnapped!
    Bright light! Bright light! I feel like a vampire when I step out of the protected FA location trailer after a day of shooting on Santa Monica Pier and face the waiting paparazzi. I cover my eyes to avoid the blinding camera flashes as Rodney pulls Nadine and me through the crowd.
    "Excuse us, coming through," Rodney says gruffly. Ever since it was announced that FA was ending, the paparazzi have been worse than flies. They hang around outside our studio, loiter near our location shoots and basically get in everyone's faces.
    "Kaitlin, doll, smile for the camera!" My own personal pest, Larry the Liar, points his Nikon