It looked like Honey V was well-known because the people rushed in Callea's direction. "Yes! Honey V is here," they said while looking at her like a specimen. There were murmurs around her.
A teenager even brought out her cellphone and focused it on her. "She looks prettier now."
"Of course. She had her baby aborted so she's back in shape."
She covered her face with a magazine so they won't see her face. "I am not Honey V." They didn't look alike except for the hair style. "Excuse me. I need to go."
She was about to stand up but someone took the magazine for her. "Don't go yet, Honey V. Let's have some picture," said a man with a perverted smile. He tried to have a photo with her then flashes from the cellphone cameras rained on her.
She suddenly went still. She didn't know what to do. Every flash of the camera was blinding her. The continuous clicks were defeaning. Terror started to creep on her.
Why did Deive bring her here? The people were vicious and annoying. I was not even Honey V yet I felt bad for the woman. How could they judge the person and throw accusations against her?
But unlike the actress, Callea was not a public figure. She didn't like that kind of attention. She wanted to run away. She wanted to go back to her dark mansion where it was peaceful and safe. She didn't want to be with people who worship beauty but they had vicious souls. They were the real evil.
Callea covered her face with her arms. "Leave me alone!"
"Why are you a snob?" the guy complained then put his arms on her shoulder. "You are beautiful yet you are a snob."
The hair on her body rose when she saw how near the man was to her and he touched her without permission. When he grinned at her, he suddenly transformed into something else in her eyes. He became a monster. A monster who wanted to possess her and he would ruin everyone who wanted to get her.
She pushed him away with all her might. "Stay away from me. I am not beautiful. I am not that actress. Don't come near me." Her body was shaking so hard and tear freely fell from her eyes. She hugged herself. She was so scared. Suddenly, the people around her turned into monsters. They wanted to hurt her and there was nothing she could do about it. She sat at the couch and cried helplessly. "Stop it! Leave me alone!"
"What ruckus is this?" The people parted when the guard arrived. "Why are you bothering the customer?"
The guard was followed by Deive. He crouched in front of her and held her hand. "Callea, are you okay? What did they do to you? Did they hurt you?" She only answered him with a sob.
"You are overreacting. We just want a picture with Honey V," said a gay teenager with red and white polka dots hairband as he rolled his eyes. "Are you her boyfriend now, handsome?"
"We just want to take a picture with her!" complained the other men.
"I am a fan of Honey V."
"I am not Honey V!" Callea wailed then ruffled her own hair. She hid her face with her long hair so they won't see her anymore. "Now what? Do we still look alike? Do you still think I am pretty? I am not beautiful. I don't to be beautiful." She was hysterical now and she could help it.
Deive caressed her face to calm her. "It's okay…"
"I am not okay. This is not okay, Deive." She tapped his hand away. "This is your fault. Why did you insist on that makeover? I told you I don't want to be beautiful."