As the sun dipped below the horizon, a plane landed at Eleymond International Airport.

Sarah stepped out of the jetway, shades on her face.

She hadn’t changed much over the past five years. In fact, she seemed even more extraordinary than

before.

She gave off a vibe of maturity mixed with a dash of newfound confidence.

Her tall frame and elegant neck sent a clear message of self- assurance. Despite a flight delay, a

throng of eager fans waited for her. They held welcoming signs and when they saw her, their hands

reached out, and shouts filled the air, nearly causing a ruckus among her security team.

Sarah took a moment to engage with some of the excited fans and sign a few things. Out of nowhere, a

loudspeaker came to life, booming,

“Sarah, I love you! You’re the ultimate super beauty!”

Even Sarah, usually so composed, looked surprised. Her hand shook and nearly messed up the

autograph she was working on.

Turning her head, she spotted a masked and hat-wearing female fan.

She was wrapped up snug, even more than Sarah. With a loudspeaker in one hand and a cardboard

cutout of Sarah in the other, she was a one -woman cheer squad.

Sarah felt both amused and perplexed. She’d never seen anyone use a boombox the size of a fridge to

show their support. It was like they wanted the whole city to know about it.

Yet the loudspeaker-wielding fan never came over for an autograph.

Sarah shrugged it off and after signing a couple more things, she made her exit.

The loudspeaker didn’t let up though. It kept on belting out declarations of love and cringeworthy pick-

up lines.

Amid the airport hustle and bustle, Sarah started to feel the weight of all the eyes on her. She hastened

her steps toward the underground parking area.

Her security crew eventually managed to shut the loudspeaker up.

As she sighed in relief and was about to hop into her car, Sarah’s eyes caught a figure in the rearview

mirror, shadowing her.

Sarah’s eyebrows knitted together in an instant. Her first thought was paparazzi, and that lit a fire of

annoyance inside her.

In recent years, the paparazzi had become increasingly nosy, always replaceing new angles to snoop into

her life. They were pros at snapping pictures when she least expected it.

The last time around, they had caught Aziel holding Alina on camera.

They didn’t know the full story but spun it into a headline that launched a sea of criticism.

News outlets had been filled with stories like “Young Boyfriend Morphs into Stepfather,” or “Small Town

Man Dates Celebrity,” and “Famous Singer Dates Younger Man.”

It didn’t bother Aziel much, but it made Sarah’s blood boil.

She had been bottling up her anger for a while. Now, they were following her to this place too?

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