As if a slap violently landed on her face, it stung like fire.
This feeling, even more intense than the night of the group formation.
She looked up at the mirror not far away, her face vividly reflected in it.
Pretty and delicate eyes filled with emotion, her tear-stained countenance appearing fragile and vulnerable, though lacking the refined look in the eyes, but carrying her unique sense of innocence.
Tiffany Lynch always knew that her looks were not stunning, but she was good at utilizing her strengths to create a fragile yet strong image that n adored.
Whether it was the past George River, or the later Jackie Qualls and Louis Snyder, they all loved this image of her.
She always held her pride, firmly believing that she would be the unique light in every man’s heart.
So even when she knew about Hannah’s existence, she never worried.
Hannah was indeed good looking, but she always had confidence that she was far superior.
But now everything tells her that she lost to her own understudy, soone who only ca this far due to their partial resemblance to her.
George River beca increasingly cold towards her, Jackie Qualls confessed his feelings to Hannah Winter, and even Louis Snyder, who she had full confidence in holding onto, started to reject replying to her ssages.
She looked up again, eting her own face in the mirror, but could no longer connect it with Hannah Winter’s face.
Unable to bear it any longer, Tiffany Lynch scread and threw the thing in her hand at the mirror.
As the mirror shattered, it reflected even more faces, like a maze where people get trapped, not finding a way out for a long ti.
"I won’t admit defeat, absolutely not!"
*
Hannah entered the villa area, which was already surrounded by paparazzi who had been squatting for several days.
They couldn’t find Hannah’s exact address, the only information they had was the shooting location of the group villa show.
Teresa Gordon ran out of the villa as soon as she received the news, along the way dialing Hannah’s number, cautioning her not to collide head-on with the paparazzi, even if stopped don’t say a word, and to wait for her to co and handle it.
She planned to increase the team’s popularity by exploiting the link between Hannah and Jackie.
No matter what, this was a good thing, as long as they didn’t respond and kept their attitude vague, it would always leave room for imagining.
This was her usual trick.
It was nearing afternoon, the hottest ti of the day, but the paparazzi had been standing here for two whole days. Even so, there was no sign of fatigue on anyone’s face, only excitent and enthusiasm.
After all, it was a romantic relationship between an internet celebrity and a movie emperor, who wouldn’t love to watch? If they could capture a picture or a response from the female party at the earliest, it would definitely pay off handsoly.
There were even quite a few commissioned photographers and spectators around, eagerly anticipating sothing.
From a distance, every ti a car drove in, the paparazzi would strain their necks to look for a while, giving up only when they confird that it wasn’t Hannah’s car.
"It’s been two days, will Hannah Winter co back?"
"What’s the rush? Let’s wait a bit longer, they’ll start filming the group show tomorrow, Hannah Winter has to co back tonight however you put it."
"It’s been so long since we’ve seen her, did she take the back door?"
"Impossible, we’ve got a brother even at the back door, if there were any news..."
"Hey! There’s a car coming!"
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