Dozens of press people flood the entrance of the event. It seemed more like a gala than a mere welcome party to me, to think I was the centre of attraction to something like this. "Chloe Anderson, Chloe Anderson please look this way." The paparazzi would often chant. The ladies who made an appearance would often stand next to me, I could tell they wanted the spotlight to get on them as well. Suddenly there were murmurings from the crowd. "It's Bianca. Look, it's Bianca." They yelled, everyone turned towards her in unison almost as if it was planned. Bianca DeVille. I was her nemesis. Not because I wanted to but she made me into her nemesis, she was my husband's ex lover. With thick red lipstick, pale white skin, really dark ebony hair and a well designed body, Bianca in her heels matching her lipstick walked up to me, she was wearing a black sivon gown with a v-cut at the neck, exposing her half covered breast. The gown extended to her heel level and had golden polka dots ar
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