DEMI
I'm staring at my reflection in the mirror, at the heavy gunk of makeup layered over the skin of my face as well as the deep, wavy hair that frames it. Put plainly, I look extremely beautiful today. Ashley's stylists have been going out of their way to rebrand me for the little show I have been putting up for the cameras. Every news article and channel in Danvarr reports my pregnancy glow and fashion at least once a day. I am photographed everywhere I go and it's all by design.
It's father's wish that I keep the media focused on me so much so that they forget that the other woman in the picture has been noticeably absent for weeks now. So far, I have been cooperating. It got easier after I kept seeing Liam in the crowd. We haven't been able to meet up for days now since my security detail has been quadrupled and my movements restricted to keep up the farce.
I am only able to sneak a call or two to him while by myself in my room.
