ROSALINE

I walked past the paparazzi, clumsily, hoping they wouldn't flock towards me and begin asking questions like they did earlier today. It seemed like they were following me around.

I headed straight into the living room. I was expecting to see Mom and ask the questions that were bugging me. Instead, I met Dad, who was pacing around impatiently.

I sighed in disappointment. I knew dad called, but I wasn't expecting that he'd be the first person I'd see once I got home. Plus, I knew he wasn't going to have it if I asked him what the paparazzi are doing here.

Dad raised his head up as he...