71: Traffic Jam

A V E L I N A

As soon as we arrived in New York, the first thing that came to my mind was the cold breeze and the familiar feeling that hit me.

I hadn't been back in this place for the longest time, and coming back had brought back some memories.

Some I loved and some I wish I could forget.

The weather was just perfect. It was chilly and the sky was covered in dark clouds.

I was glad that I had gotten a black coat. As soon as I got down the plane, flashes went off in my face. I frowned, and turned to see people holding up cameras, taking pictures. I still haven't become used to the attention over the years.

I wasn't exactly famous, but because of the name I had made for myself, I had been a topic in magazines, and had been on some magazine covers.

And because of the fact that my ex-husband was a billionaire, meant that the media was always interested in me.

I smiled, and waved at them before heading into one of the cars. The bodyguards were thankfully there to protect me from