~~~Freya~~~

The moment Zoey and I stepped out of the venue, the reporters swarmed us like vultures.

“Freya! Freya, over here!”

“How long have you known about your sister’s secret?”

“Why did you keep it hidden for so long?”

“Was the plastic surgery the reason for your fallout?”

“Freya, are you and that man that paid to dance with you really together?!”

The flashes were blinding. Microphones were shoved toward my face. My bodyguards immediately formed a tight wall around us, pushing the crowd back so we could reach the car. I kept my head high, smiling calmly without saying a word until we finally slipped into the backseat.

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