It looked like Honey V was well-known because the people rushed in Callea’s direction. “Yes! Honey V is here,” they said while looking at her like a specimen. There were murmurs around her.
A teenager even brought out her cellphone and focused it on her. “She looks prettier now.”
“Of course. She had her baby aborted so she’s back in shape.”
She covered her face with a magazine so they won’t see her face. “I am not Honey V.” They didn’t look alike except for the hair style. “Excuse me. I need to go.”
She was about to stand up but someone took the magazine for her. “Don’t go yet, Honey V. Let’s have some picture,” said a man with a perverted smile. He tried to have a photo with her then flashes from the cellphone cameras rained on her.
She suddenly went still. She didn’t know what to
