"For me, Anthony Nasser was not a prized bachelor, I never saw him as a prize. He was the man who won my attention and respect, and on that basis we decided to get married." I pronounce firmly before the attentive gaze of the journalist who has approached me as soon as we have arrived at the reception they have organized, my spirits are on the floor.
I feel irritated, jaded, and extremely tired. I was not expecting this situation, I am not used to speaking in front of so many people, let alone being the object of attention for the crowd.
If there are reporters, it means that whatever I say is going to be on TV, which means I will be the talk of the town in a few hours.
"So you're not in love with Mr. Nasser?" The man standing next to the dark-haired woman who first approached me asks wi
