A model of a sister

When her parents were involved in a car accident, Madeline did not expect going to live with her cousin in the most boring place ever could turn into something so complicated.

She shoved the phone at me, "At the Airport, God I was so stupid."

"What I'm so confused, what do you mean, why...?" I stuttered.

I grab Val's wrist in an effort to actually read the page...okay, yeah it's bad. On it was a huge blown up photo of Valentine kissing me on the cheek, though from the angle it looked as if we were passionately making out or something. Oh, also just a huge block of text underneath:

Valentine, the New Face of Dior Coming out as a Lesbian?

Today at the Columbus Airport, Valentine Rosings was spotted kissing a girl, sources are not yet able to confirm the identity of the new girl from the picture, but she sure is pretty.

Of course it has already been suspected that Valentine might be in a secret relationship due to the lack...

"You're not serious." I stopped reading, I didn't want to know anymore. "What? How can they think that?"

"They can because they are the media." Valentine covered her face, "God I don't know how my manager will get me out of this one."

"What? What about me?" I could feel the panic now, this was all over the internet, and I was supposed to go to school tomorrow.

"Hey calm down, it's okay Maddie, you'll see, we'll figure it out."

"I, no, oh my god this is so fucked up. How do you do this? I thought you weren't that famous?"

Valentine looked guilty, "Yeah, well, it's better when I wear wigs and fake glasses and look down at the books I'm carrying." She looked down.

"What? It's that how school will be like tomorrow?" I wailed.

"Well, also sweatshirts hide your figure and tall socks make you look fatter?" She looked more and more guilty, "And well, you won't have to wear a wig probably since they didn't get your hair..." She mumbled.