Chapter Fifteen
I have spots flying in front of my eyes by the time we get inside the theater. The paparazzi, luckily, shouted mostly things like, “Hey, over here!” instead of being assholes. I posed for photos, hoping I looked beguiling and pretty and wasn’t showing every conflicting emotion across my face.
Walking down a red carpet was something I never thought would actually happen to me. I take note of Rich’s arm constantly on me in some way, as if to let everyone know that we have arrived together. When I am instructed to take photos on the red carpet without him, his face darkens and he waits like a petulant child. I feel a stab of annoyance. His entire behavior tonight rubs me the wrong way. He doesn’t even want me to have a moment alone to soak up my sun.
The photos are taken no
