Cold water hits my face. I pat my cheeks, look at myself in the mirror, and decide I don't look half as chaotic as I feel.
Instead of returning to Greg's mansion, I asked Jean to bring me to my apartment. There were a few suspicious shadows loitering near the building, but my security team whisked me inside like they were auditioning for an action movie. Very efficient.
My departure from JZ Entertainment and Kayla's little meltdown at the awards night have turned me into breaking news. Dahlia keeps telling me networks and talk shows want exclusive interviews, but the thought alone makes me want to crawl into my blanket and hibernate.
I'm nowhere near ready to step back into celebrity mode.
I thought pressing pause on my career meant I'd get a relaxing break. Instead, I'm dealing with inheritance drama and lawyers. Life has a great sense of humor.
