All Her Unexpected Encounters Were Long In The Making

Eulalia was walking alone when suddenly, the reporters who were hesitating earlier swarmed her like bees to honey, shoving microphones in her face and firing off tricky questions.

Caught in the crowd, Eulalia felt like a tiny fish in a sea of sharks. Her frail body was being pushed and pulled every which way. She was already feeling under the weather, and the piercing gazes and questions made her feel like she was being torn apart.

Amidst the chaos, there was a loud “BAM!” Someone’s camera smacked right into Eulalia’s forehead. The sharp edge grazed her skin, leaving a cut.

Blood trickled down into her eyes, painting her vision red. She had to close her eyes because it stung so bad. When she finally opened them, the reporters were still in her face, relentless. One of them blurted out, ”Ms. Clearwater, we heard that Mr. Percival Dunraven had a fiancée four years ago, and you swooped in and stole him away. Is that true?”

The crowd went wild. Eulalia and Percival had been married for fo