People were staring, and I felt a flush of shame.
Everyone knows, I realized. They have to. It will be all over the TV. I swallowed the bile I felt in my throat.
The photographer observed me inside, persistent, and I shielded my face from him. Then I heard any individual shriek, a woman voice. "That's KatnissAndrews!"
Shit.
I grew to become around. I'll go returned the way I came, lower back towards the elevators, I advised myself, get one of the front desk personnel to do something.
But as an alternative I ran into him.
My fingers hit his chest, and I felt him draw close my elbows. I knew the photographer was once taking photographs of us, some thing that would wind up plastered all over the papers, some thing that ladies ought to factor to and say, See? She used to be w*****g aroun
