PROBLEMS, PROBLEMS

TIARA

Not good at all.

My breathing quickened, and the trembling in my hands came back. The tabloids spilled out onto the polished marble floor of the entrance as Mara grabbed me by the shoulders and gave me a vigorous shake.

“No! I told you not to panic,” she screamed.

“How am I supposed to stay calm when you’re screaming at me?” I sobbed. My gaze landed on the newspapers on the floor. “What’s up with all these ...