Chapter 32

Riley's POV

I was almost out of my house. I had to pass through the back and try to avoid the paparazzi that were still camped outside my house. I thought they would have moved on to Carlos's news but I thought wrong. No wonder I hadn't seen any paparazzi camped outside his house.

The calls began. It started with her incessant calls and I tried hard to ignore it. Actually, I ignored her calls but I should have known that would not be enough to stop her. I was already at work when I heard a knock on the door and in walked my mother.

She looked put together. Her blonde hair was in extravagant curls. She wore designer clothing, a mixture of Dolce and Gucci. I already felt the dread coming with whatever it was that had brought her here.

Compared to her, I looked so out of place. It's not like my clothes were not good enough, although when compared to her it seemed they were not good enough. My mother had always made me feel that way and it's such a shame that it