Their remarks scraped at my pride, but I did not yield. I stood tall, pulling my shoulders back and holding my chin high. After all, I was not alone.
I had known that this particular couple was going to harass me at this event. In my previous life, they were “shippers” of Noah and Zoe who held a strong hatred for me. I was accustomed to their shouting and insults.
Even worse, they had relentlessly pursued Zoe in my other life, causing Noah to place Zoe in the most heavily guarded estate he had. Of course, he could not spare the same resources for me, leaving me vulnerable to the dogged paparazzi and the escalating conflict that followed. I wouldn’t be made to fear them this time, though.
No, this time I was embracing the paparazzi by inviting a journalist to an e
