VANESSA
I had given to Elise evidence that she could use against Damien. I needed her to do something that’ll make Damien detest her.
My eyes glanced around.
I watched as the reporters interviewed her. Earlier, I was really excited that they came for her, but watching how she answered smoothly, how her purple dress glowed underneath the yellow hue, it made me nibble on my lips, while pressure built behind my eyes.
How could she deflect so easily? How could she make everyone like her while I remain the background noise to everyone? I clenched my fist and turned away.
The reporters didn't even come to me, obviously, there was nothing interesting about my life except my child. But even at that, they didn't care about me at all. Everyone wanted Elise.
Elise this, Elise that.
Elise.
