-Harper-
I have spent two days in Wilson‘s apartment, not daring to walk outside the door. Even though I promised the boys that I wouldn't look on the Internet, curiosity, or maybe, in this case, stupidity, led me straight into the mess. What I read about myself doesn't fit, and what I saw in the fabricated photos is beyond human comprehension. The idiots even altered photos from Vicki and Ollie's wedding to make us look like a couple in love.
God, I'm glad no one caught me in his room or the hotel corridor, but I wonder how they had access to the private photos from the ceremony. Vicki, anyone close to her, or Ollie couldn't provide them to the press—or at least I didn't believe it. Someone must have made much effort to get them or paid someone well for them. Madison.
It was Madison. A
