“Blood!” a woman screamed, pointing at Amora’s back. “There’s blood at the back of her dress!!!”
The cameras flashed even more furiously, capturing every detail. Amora froze, her eyes wide with shock. Oblivious of what’s going on, she turned to Antonio. He took her by the arm and whirled her around, his eyes flicking to the back of her dress.
The crowd began to murmur, their voices growing louder. “What’s happening?” someone asked. “Why is she bleeding?”
“What’s going on?” a journalist yelled over the noise. “There’s blood on her dress! Is she hurt? Is she on her period?”
His gaze fixated on Amora, the disgust and hate making Amora shudder. Her hands were shaking, she gripped them and began to claw on her dress.
Antonio’s face was like stone, his jaw clenched.
He looked around to s
