KIMBERLY’S POV
The entire world knew something huge was happening on the day of the tete-a-tete with Maya, which was probably why a crowd of journalists lined the entryway as John and I arrived at the venue.
“You are certain I have to do this?” I asked John, watching the crowd through the window of the passenger seat. John was driving, but whipped his head in my direction.
“Let's just get it over with, Kim.” He said with finality.
I braced myself before stepping out of the black SUV, but nothing prepared me for the camera lights that flashed into my eyes. I was half tempted to attack one of them so the rest could get the warning, but I couldn't. I didn't even wear any shades yet.
“Miss Woods, is it true you were involved in Andrea Harper's death?” A reporter boldly blabbed before I
