#Chapter 333 What a Riot

I slept a few hours that night, but I sprang out of bed at dawn and ran out for a copy of the Denhurst Gazette.

I forced myself not to look for the story until I returned to the apartment. My hands were shaking when I sat at the counter and spread the newspaper in front of me.

It was on the front page above the fold!

Then I looked at the photo below it, and my head spun. It was a photo of me coming down the main staircase at Alex’s mansion.

The caption read: Daisy Wilson, coming down the grand staircase at her father’s mansion. I looked good, but the headline made me cringe.

I made coffee and sat down to read the article. The editor had made no changes to my copy. Every word of the article was there, precisely as I had written it.

Except for my photo and the caption, I was pleased. I poured myself a cup of coffee and waited for Victor to wake up. I couldn’t wait to show it to him.

He beamed with pride when he saw the newspaper. “You are amazing. I’m glad you insisted on doing the stor