My arrival in America is worse than I had imagined. It is 11 a.m. and photographers are already chasing me. As the plane landed about one hour ago, I have since found myself at McDonald’s in the airport to satiate my hunger. While eating, paparazzi appears from nowhere to start photographing me, which pisses me off a lot. I eat quickly and get out of there.

When I pass the front of a bookstore, I see a picture of Hunter and me at Disney, hugging and smiling, on top of a gossip magazine cover that reads, “The hottest couple of the moment enjoy a mini-vacation in Disney Paris”. The hottest...