188: Cornering Amy

Fenella’s POV Perhaps because I was wearing black pump shoes that were pointy high, everyone looked small in my eyes. They watched me with their heads slightly upturned. But somehow I knew it was all just my imagination brought on by my soaring confidence. I felt great! Some people we knew, like Jemima Hors, Oscar de Ragetti, and other celebrities, immediately surrounded Alan and me. They immediately praised us, especially my appearance, which was considered elegant and luxurious for a gala dinner. “Oh, Fenella, I'm so happy to see you again, darling.” Oscar gave me a quick peck on both cheeks. “Yeah, I was afraid I'd never see you again after that commercial,” Jemima said with a chuckle. “Why? Do you think I'm going to kill myself like the people on my social media asked me to?” I chuckled, though my tone of voice was quite sharp as a sarcasm to those who left me alone when I was down. “Oh, of course not, dear. I'm glad you ignored those horrible haters. Besides, scandals pass like th