CHAPTER 9
Clara's POV
Fucking paparazzi.
I froze, Alisha's grip on my arm tightening. The headlights flashed, and another herd of paparazzi spilled into the alley, cameras clicking wildly.
“Clara! Over here!”
“What's your response to Florida's allegations?”
Alisha cursed under her breath. “We need to move. Now.”
She yanked me toward a large building opposite the street, a clothing boutique, still open despite the late hour.
I ducked into the boutique, Alisha right behind me. The door swung shut, muffling the paparazzi's shouts. We were instantly swallowed by racks of glittering dresses and perfume-scented air.
Alisha grabbed a hoodie off the rack and tossed it at me. “Put this on.”
I pulled it over my head. Alisha did the same, yanking up her own hood.
The shop owner eyed us war
