As soon as Nicolette and Trainer got out of the building, camera flashes erupted from everywhere.
Questions were hurled from every angle.
Each question felt like a bullet, sharp and merciless.
Reporters struggled to get to Nicolette, fighting their way across the crowd, buzzing around like flies. Their elbows jabbed one another, their cameras swung wildly, desperate to get closer.
"Get out of the way!" Trainer yelled, but it was no use. His voice was drowned out by the roar of curiosity and competition.
He was overpowered by the questions, swallowed in the crowd, tossed around like a rag doll.
"What are you doing here when you should be on your honeymoon?"
The words sliced through the air, heavy with accusation.
"What does your husband have to say about you being here?"
Microphones jutted closer, as if trying to force the answer from her mouth.
"Are you in love with Lucian or Alaric?"
"Is it true your marriage with Alaric is fake?"
