Chapter 11-----Oh You Want Me To Apologize?
That wedding disaster blew up online overnight.
I woke up to my phone going crazy—dozens of missed calls and texts from numbers I didn’t recognize. This is bad, I thought. The real storm was just beginning.
Within forty-eight hours, my personal details and company information got dumped online. Things spiraled out of control fast.
At the office the next morning, I barely stepped out of my car before reporters swarmed me. Thank god Birdie had security ready to push through the crowd.
Here’s the kicker—Alyssa was the one who started all this, but because she was “dying,” the internet decided that she was the victim. My socials got flooded with hate. Our company store got review-bombed so hard we had to temporarily shut down orders.
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