chapter forty-six

[ IN WHICH SHE IS DESPONDENT ]

What comes next?

I find myself asking that question as the clock ticks by, and yet after many hours, the answer still hasn't dropped in the palm of my hands.

I have no idea what comes next, hence the feelings of hopelessness.

Sighing dejectedly, I lift my eyes to peer around the vehicle. My brown eyes fall on the two men sat in front of me— my designated driver in his assigned seat, and my bodyguard, Jon in the passenger seat. As usual, I am sat in the backseat of my Mercedes Benz to bask in the peace and quiet of the vehicle. But sadly, I cannot find peace and quiet for my mind is deeply troubled.

It has been this way since the Gala dinner event.

Marcus had alerted Jon, the bodyguard of my mental breakdown who later grabbed his phone to call on my driver. Thankfully, seconds later, I was ushered into the vehicle and driven away from the taunting scene. However, I was driven away too late.

Everyone had already witnessed my meltdown.

Grace and Angie did