- VALKYRIE -
Ever since I walk down the altar and the wedding was over, reporters swarm around me.
These same people who never wanted to have me showing on tv live and slandered me on papers are itching to get a statement from me.
‘Mrs Valkyrie, this?’
‘Mrs Valkyrie, that?’
‘How did blah blah, Mrs Morietti?’
It thrills me in ways I cannot explain. I obviously did not indulge in any of their questions and the only reason I was left alone to scurry away is because of the security who protected me from the crowd, sending them out. Alario’s security.
I make my way back into the hall, where the party is holding, searching for my husband. It feels nice to say that word. While this is my second marriage, my confidence stems from not being with a wimp this time. Call me the classy leech
