FLASH! SNAP! CLICK! The blinding flash of cameras surrounds you as you try to walk out of the bar. Papers are thrust at you, asking for autographs, microphones shoved at you. It all gets a bit too much at times. You're shy and all the attention from the media stresses you out. "I suppose I'll have to get used to it, being engaged to Alex Turner and all that." You think to yourself.
Later that night you were brushing your teeth when your phone began to ring.
"Hello, Y/N speaking"
"Y/N HAVE YOU SEEN THE NEWS TONIGHT?!" Squeals your best friend Harriet down the line.
"Shit, Calm down Harri what's up with the news?"
"Well you were spotted last night leaving the bar after catching up with us and now people think you're only marring Alex for his money."
"Why the hell would they think that?" You ask puzzled. You truly loved Alex and would never marry someone for their wealth.
"I have no idea but I think it's best you check it out."
Hanging up your phone you switch on the television in your room. Sure enough a headline flashed up: "Alex Turner's fiancé only wanted to marry him for his money" According to the bulletin an 'insider' had told the media about you apparently been in it for the money since the start. Tears began to stream down your face. You were tired of all this media bullshit, you needed out and you knew exactly what you had to do.
