Chapter Thirty-Three
Faye
For weeks, my life has been a madhouse, because of course someone shared a video of me kissing Ida and of course it went viral. The only respite I find is in Ida’s arms, which is ironic, because the desire to be in Ida’s arms is what created this media frenzy about us in the first place.
I’m happy to deflect some of the more probing questions away from Ida and her coming out, her marriage to Derek, women she’s been with including those who have decided to ignore the nondisclosure agreements they signed at the time in return for their own fifteen minutes of fame. I take it all gladly because, in the end, I get to be with Ida. I get to drive to her place, run the gauntlet of the paps, park my car behind the gate, and wrap my arms around her. And it’s all worth it
