31. Damage control!

Chapter thirty one: Damage control

As I walked out of the mansion through the front door, I was met by a barricade of reporters and newscasters. As cameras were clicked, flashlights blinked and were almost blinding to my eyes. Microphones were being shoved at my lips. A hurricane of questions hit my ears all at once. The interviewers tried to force their way through the entrance, shoving and pushing against my skin.

"Miss Jessica Raye Kardashian, can you tell us about your relationship with Senator Sanders?"

"Are you getting married to his son?"

"Are you planning to run for office yourself?"

"Are you in a romantic relationship with the senator?"

I struggled to find my voice among the throng of crowd. I ducked into the car and sank into the plush seat, eager to escape the chaos outside. As soon as I arrived home and settled onto my comfy couch, my phone began to buzz incessantly with text messages. "I'm heading over to your place right now," Rachel's message flashed across the screen.