Chapter 47

Keira

It was a good thing that I always carry facemasks in my bag. Wearing my hair down, I make sure that it covers most of my face. Even though there aren’t many people on the bus home, I still want to make sure I wouldn’t be recognized.

Twitter is aflame with burning trends about me and Ethan. A ‘gold-digging wench’ they call me. Some are more creative, while some call me a slut. I’m not going to lie, it hurts to be called those demeaning words, especially because they come from the people who say they love Ethan. How do people with so much love for an artist, turn around and hold so much contempt for another?

Every time I refresh the page, there’s a new tweet about me and him. Then I see the photo that Alina must have been referring to. Sure enough, it’s a photo of me and Ethan. He’s opening the door of his car for me. And from our clothes, this is from when he took me to walk around his old neighborhood.

Who even took the photo? It looks too grainy to have been taken by a profes