CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT
Victoria Carrington was the home to nervousness. She tried to hide it under her passive expression and calm demeanor but if anyone had bothered to look closer, they would have noticed she was completely freaked out. Through the plan ride to LA, she’d done her best to ignore the whispers and stares she received. The headphones and her favorite playlist had done a great job in blocking them out and delving into her own world of oblivion. With her phone on airplane mode, she successfully postponed the dread of talking to her family despite the numerous calls and texts she had received.
Her arrival at the airport hadn’t been all silent. The moment she stepped out, she had been met by a horde reporters and paps, all wanting her statement regarding what the British morning
