Chapter 88. Oh My Days!

Helene POV

I sat right in the middle of the flowing gutter, the filthy water soaking through my white designer dress, turning it into a disgusting, clinging mess that stuck to my skin like glue. My hair was matted and messy, strands plastered to my face, and the stench — God, the stench — was unbearable, a mix of rotten food, sewage, and god-knows-what else that made my stomach churn violently.

What the fucking hell.

My hands trembled as I tried to push myself up, but the slippery surface made me slide back down with a splash. The worst part wasn’t even the smell or the cold water seeping into my bones. What pained me the most was the way Freya had smiled — that smug, satisfied little wink she gave me right after she purposely slammed her shoulder into me.

Jesus!

And to make it worse, the fans who had been hailing me just minutes ago, screaming my name, taking pictures, calling me their queen were now secretly laughing behind their phones, snappi