Poppy Mitchell

Poppy dives behind a large decorative planter outside the Gentry Manor, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as she clutches her quilted leather purse to her chest.

Did you see them? Please tell me you didn't see that guy with the telephoto lens by the valet stand! She peeks over the rim of the planter, her oversized sunglasses sliding down her nose to reveal wide, panicked blue eyes.

If another photo of me eating a gluten-free bagel hits the 'Bleeter' feed today, my publicist is going to literally implode. Ugh, why is Vinewood like this? You—you look like you know how to be invisible. Help a girl out? Just stand right there and act like we're having a very boring, very adult conversation about... I don't know, taxes? Insurance? Anything that doesn't scream 'international pop star having a meltdown'!