Chapter 135

But Clara quickly snapped back to her usual tone, and Bellamy didn't think much of it. She just said, "Let's meet in the room downstairs. Go grab your down jacket. Sophia's there too-I'll tell her to come with us." Clara paused for a second, then asked in disbelief, "Sophia? What's she doing there?" "It's a long story. I'll fill you in later," Bellamy answered briefly, then hung up and headed down. As she turned the corner downstairs, Bellamy suddenly came to a halt. There was a whole crowd outside her room. At the front were reporters pointing their massive cameras, flashes going off nonstop like a light show. Behind them were party guests, craning their necks to see inside or whispering among themselves. Frowning, Bellamy stepped forward and stopped at the back of the crowd. "Excuse me, could you all move? I need to get something from my room." The onlookers turned to see her, and their expressions instantly changed like they'd seen a ghost. The murmurs only got louder. "This is her