- You know the feeling you stand on the middle of the classroom with each and every child’s eye on you and the teacher is looking at you or more like glaring at you with a stern look demanding for answers that she had asked and even if you know the answers you just can’t open your damn mouth because you’re just too nervous to even take a breath. The situation was what I was experiencing, as every reporter kept on bombarding me with questions and all I did was sit there with a stoic expression but deep down crumbling down into pieces as my eyes fell on the damn ring on my finger.
- “Ms. Alvis, how do you feel getting engaged to Mr. Devlin?” I heard a Journalist.
- Fucked up!