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𝗙𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗜𝗦 wasn't one for the quiet life- she loved the click of the cameras and the way people begged her to look at them. one thing that came with fame? hate and rumors.
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"Francis!" The paparazzi yells. The girl walks across the street as quickly as she can, hand in her father's as they try to make their way to the car. "Mr. Diop!" They try to call.
Francis can already see a pack of girls holding their phones out as they walk by. "Francis, why did Liam unfollow you?" One of them ask as they trail by. She looks behind her and frowns, looking away again.
Her father's grip tightens as they approach the vehicle. He lets her go so she can walk to the other side of the car and get into the passenger seat.
They both enter the car. There's silence for a few moments as her dad starts it up and puts his hand on the steering wheel. "What was that about?" He asks, looking over at her as he pulls out of the parking spot.
"What?" She asks, looking over at him. "Liam unfollowing you. Were they for real?" He asks, eyebrows furrowed. "Uhm, yeah." She nods, not even above a whisper.
He goes quiet again and turns to the road. "I thought you guys were friends." He shakes his head. "Dad, seriously. Just drop it, okay? It's whatever." She shakes her head.
He sighs and leans back, making a turn off of the street.
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