Uncovered Secret: Taylor Swift Has A Daughter - Fanfiction

Chapter 13: Confronting John Mayer

Bridget's POV

The anticipation bubbled within me as mom and I approached the red carpet. This wasn't just any outing; it was an award show and my first public appearance with her. I could feel the rush of excitement tingling through my veins as the car pulled up. The roar of the crowd, the glittering flashes of cameras, it was enchanting. We were bedazzled from head to toe and the dressing up part took longer than I wanted it to. It was pretty boring, actually, but the final result was worth it. We were both wearing matching gowns, just in slightly different hues of the most gorgeous blue colours I have ever seen.

As we stepped out onto the red carpet, a wave of cheers erupted around us. My heart raced with a blend of exhilaration and nervousness. We were led to a section where fans were eagerly waiting behind barriers. Mom started signing autographs and, to my surprise, some fans extended their memorabilia towards me too. I grinned, signing alongside mom, feeling a sense of camaraderie that was new yet comforting.

As we approached the first reporter, a friendly woman with a bright smile, my heart pounded against my rib cage. The lights from the cameras shone bright, creating a halo around mom. She was a pro at this, her demeanor calm and graceful.

"Taylor, Bridget, this is your first public appearance together at such a big event. How does it feel?" the reporter chirped, her eyes darting between mom and me.

Mom glanced at me with a comforting smile, "It's a special moment for sure. Bridget, what do you think?"

I stammered at first, but then the words found their way, "It's... it's amazing and a bit overwhelming but in a good way. I never realized how electrifying the atmosphere could be."

The reporter smiled kindly and steered the next question to mom about her upcoming projects. Mom's eyes sparkled as she shared her enthusiasm, and I could feel the warmth of her passion enveloping us.

As we shifted from one interviewer to another, the initial jitters faded. The questions flowed, some were about our shared experiences, others about mom's illustrious career, and a few cheeky ones that dared to question my private life. Mom and I were able to maneuver through these questions effortlessly and it quickly became known to the reporters what is okay to ask and what isn't. Tree followed us around like a little stalker - it made me laugh. But of course, she was there to make sure everything was going ok. 

During a particularly light-hearted moment, one interviewer asked, "Bridget, do you share your mom's talent for songwriting?"

I chuckled, "I think mom's taken all the songwriting genes. I'm more of a sport type of a person."

Mom chimed in with a playful grin, "She's got the Swift spirit, that's for sure."

Between the interviews, mom would lean down, her eyes soft as she asked, "You doing okay, Bee?"

I nodded. I definitely had it all under control and with every new question, my confidence grew.

At one point, as the interviewers laughed at something mom said, I felt a gentle squeeze on my hand. It was mom, her eyes meeting mine with a silent message of love and reassurance. I squeezed back, a silent conversation amidst the audible chatter around us. We were okay.

As we wrapped up the last interview, a sudden movement in my peripheral vision caught my attention. I turned my head and there he was - John Mayer, walking a few steps ahead of us. My blood boiled - he was definitely enemy number one.

I nudged mom subtly, but before she could react, the crowd swallowed him up. My fists clenched but mom's gentle hand on my arm soothed the storm brewing within. She didn't realize who it was, and maybe that was for the best.

The next interview was proceeding smoothly, the reporter was pretty fun and the questions light-hearted. Mom was sharing a funny story about a mishap during one of her concerts. The laughter around us felt warm, yet my eyes kept darting towards the direction where John had disappeared. The itch to confront him was growing with each passing second.

And then, the opportunity presented itself. Mom and Tree were engrossed in the next set of questions, the reporter was laughing heartily at something mom said. I took a deep breath, my decision was made. I subtly excused myself, mentioning a quick restroom break, and before anyone could react, I was weaving my way through the crowd.

As I approached John, my heart raced. The anger was a raging torrent within, but I was determined to let him know exactly how I felt. I tapped on his shoulder, he turned, his face morphing into a smirk as he recognized me.

"Well if it isn't the secret Swift child," he sneered, his eyes cold and dismissive. "I'm sure you're not allowed to be here on your own."

"I just wanted you to know that what you did to my mom was disgusting," I spat out, the words a fiery venom.

He chuckled, "Oh, little girl, the world isn't as black and white as your mother paints it."

His condescending tone was a slap across my face, but I stood my ground, "You were cruel and she deserved better."

He leaned down, his face inches from mine, "Your mom's a big girl, she can handle herself. Besides, it's ancient history."

Before I could retort, a strong hand gripped my arm, pulling me away. It was mom. Her face was a blend of fury and concern. Paparazzi were having a field day.

"What are you doing?" her voice came in a low hiss, but I could see the storm raging in her eyes as she shot warning glances at John.

"I just... I had to," I muttered, feeling a strange mixture of satisfaction and fear.

Mom's grip softened as she led me away, her face softening, "You don't need to fight my battles, sweetheart."

I knew she was right, yet the protective fury that had led me to confront John was a testament to the unbreakable bond that had grown stronger through the rollercoaster of emotions we had navigated together over the past few weeks. I knew I was nasty to her sometimes. But since she introduced me to her world, I am seeing a new side of her. She's brave for facing this lifestyle, mainly on her own.

As we rejoined Tree, I could see the worry in her eyes but also a hint of admiration. It wasn't the ideal red carpet experience, but it was a significant page in the unfolding chapter of our lives.