Callea’s beauty was a curse. She didn’t want to go back to the past. She didn’t want to hurt anybody because of her beauty. And while people see her as beautiful, bad things will always happen.
But people didn’t want to leave. They kept on taking photos and videos of her breakdown even if the security guards were telling them to stop it and leave the store if they won’t buy. It was a circus. Callea couldn’t breathe anymore.
The manager came forward. “Sir, you can use the other door. There’s a passage for employees only. They can’t follow you there. The security will escort you out.”
Deive put his arms around her. “It is okay now. We will get out of here. Can you stand up?”
She tentatively nodded and let him help her stand. The security led them out of the boutique with the mob of thei
