Straightening your dress, 你 look out the tinted window of the car. A small, almost inaudible sigh escapes your lips as 你 see just how many 粉丝 and reporters it is out there. 你 look up to the rear-view mirror when 你 hear your driver clear his throat.
“Don’t worry, Ms. Y/L/N. 你 look stunning tonight.” The driver, Mr. Rogers, smiles at you. Feeling a blush cover your cheeks, 你 钱包 your lips.
“Thank you, John.” 你 say softly, inhaling deeply just as another man opens your door.
Grabbing your purse, 你 plaster a smile on your face and get out of the car. Shouts and hollers...
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