I could hear the crowds screaming my name as the door to the limo was opened by a very large, very serious security guard. He tapped his earpiece to announce my arrival as he helped me out. I brushed out the wrinkles in the sundress I wore while I turned to wave to those held back by a series of metal barricades.
“Eva! Over here!”
"Hey, Joey!" I called over the noise as I approached him. "Welcome home!"
"Eva!" I heard my name again from one of the reporters. "Come chat for a minute!"
I took Joey"s arm as we made our way to the man who had called me over. Bryan Summers pressed a microphone in my face.
“We are thrilled to see you on the red carpet today, Eva.” He flashed a bleached smile at us. “Your first one since the Spring, right? How are you holding up?”
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