THE FRENZY

SLOANE'S POINT OF VIEW. Before I could even blink, they rushed towards us with their cameras and microphones, their gazes excited and eager for the next big scoop or juicy details. “Sloane, did you know about this?” One asked, jutting his microphone to my lips, almost shoving it on my face. Before I could ever speak, Lucien rushed on stage and pushed the reporter back. “Can’t you see she’s in fucking shock? Step the fuck back!” He snarls at them and pulls me to his side protectively. Even as I hid behind him, I could see their flashing lights as they took pictures of everything and everyone on stage. “Mr Valerian…care to explain how all this happened? We would like to know, how did you find out about this? And how sure are you?” “You really believe this fucking fake? Where’s your proof that she’s really your daughter?” Roxanne yells from where she sits, her face red with what looks like shock. “I brought proof.” Valerian- my Father exclaims, and I see him reach into his breast pocke