At first, I thought that someone had set me up again, and those people were there to pick trouble with me. Only after listening to them did I realize that I had been completely whitewashed because my work was exhibited at Ansley's art exhibition. I then uttered a few words to the journalists in a daze. It wasn't until Christopher led me into the car and we left did I finally realize that I had become a renowned figure.
I peered into the rearview mirror and looked at my face before glancing at the journalists who were still chasing after the car at the back. Pointing at my face, I turned to Christopher. “Chris, I seem to have become a renowned figure. What an incredible feeling!”
“You've always been renowned. What's so incredible about it?” Christopher teased.
“That's different. In the past, I was interviewed because of negative press. This time, however, I'm the heroine of my own story.” I was still feeling as though I was dreaming, so I patted my cheeks lightly. When a smarting pain shot through me, I finally realized that my path to transformation had already begun right then.
“So, my beautiful heroine, do you mind adding a hero in your story?” Christopher pinched my cheek. When we stopped at the traffic light, he grasped my chin and kissed me long and deep.
“That depends on your performance. If you don't perform well, I'll just give you a minor role.” I deliberately lifted my head and put on a haughty expression. Before Christopher laughed, I began chortling myself, finding myself very much silly.