As Amber ventures through her new life, she endures the lies, secrets and betrayal that comes with it.
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Adopted at the age of fifteen into the Peterson family, Amber is not ready for all the new consequences th...
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1 year later
My sunglasses does an exceptional job — as per usual — shielding my eyes from the flashing lights that surround me. My name is yelled from the tumultuous crowd, and I ignore it, squeezing my way past the paparazzi as they try to capture my attention so they can take a good photo, publish it, and profit from it.
I cover my face as best I can, overwhelmed by the attention that is being targeted at me. "Amber!" A short lady standing somewhere in the crowd cries out. "Do you really use Lucas and Sophia for their money?" I ignore the question because I know the rumor is not true.
Finally as I near the Range Rover, my bodyguard — Matt — allows me to stand in front of him and he protects me from behind, his arms stretched across my frame to ensure no one can approach me.
I open the door and slide in, finally able to take a deep breath as the car door shuts behind me, and the animalistic sounds are drowned out. That was intense. I don't say it out loud, but it's what I'm thinking.
As the car begins to move, my head falls back and I close my eyes tightly.
I've never been a fan of attention.
But ever since I've been adopted by the Petersons, my new surname has made me appealing to the media.
Sighing in relief, I allow my burning eyes to remain closed — trusting it will numb the afterimage — and I try to allow the pop music playing through the speakers to soothe my mind as the air conditioner caresses my skin.
"Amber, I know this is something you'll have to get accustomed to, but you're going to be on live television." At hearing the voice, my eyes spring open and my head snaps to its direction. I didn't notice one of my make-up artists in the chair next to me, and when she spoke, I was going to leap out of the car. "At the very least, allow me to touch up your face," she offered.
Groaning internally at being reminded of the interview my adoptive family and I have to attend today on the 'Collin Green Show', I once again close my eyes and my head falls back in defeat.
"Amber, it's not going to hurt. Even though you're naturally beautiful without it, it's not very professional of you to show up to-"
"I don't have a problem with it," I dismiss.
"But....something else is bothering you," she finishes for me. "You can always share it with-"
"You can begin my make-up now," I interrupt her and she nods, understanding that it wasn't something I wanted to speak about.
"Isabella and Mia send you their deepest apologies; they are sorry they can't make it today," Miss Miller informs me, referring to my other two make-up artists as she scampers through her make-up supplies.
