Until I Wrote Him
The first few minutes passed in a haze of applause, posed smiles, and scripted words.
I signed copies, posed with bouquets, nodded at journalists tossing questions that I dodged with diplomatic grace.
For a moment, I felt untouchable.
India Seethal, bestselling author, darling of the press, idol of teenagers and critics alike.
Until the fans descended.
It started with a small cluster of young women at the edge of the autograph line, clutching my book like it was the Holy Grail.
Their eyes shone, cheeks flushed, as though simply standing within a few feet of me had turned their world into glitter.