OLIVIA’S POV
“Olivia! Over here!”
The flashes hit me the second I stepped out of the car.
I turned toward the voice automatically, smiling for the cameras, no matter the hour or the reason.
My bodyguard moved a step closer, his arm subtly angled in front of me as microphones pushed forward from every direction.
“Give us a brighter smile!” someone called.
I happily obliged, giving a happy smile, the kind that didn’t show the nerves tucked beneath my ribs.
“Are you wearing Chanel? How iconic!” another voice shouted, desperate to be heard over the din.
The reporters and photographers took photos aggressively.
Thankfully, the crushing wave was held back only by the solid wall of my two security guards as questions poured out faster than I could think of an answer.
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