I numbly pulled my hand back. At that moment, my heart felt like it had turned to ash. The car arrived at the house quickly. The moment I was helped out of the car, countless camera flashes suddenly swarmed me. I panicked and reached for Mom's hand but grabbed nothing. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her walking quickly away with Kimberly in her arms, not even sparing me a glance. My face turned pale. I lowered my head, clutching my hat tightly.
"Miss Stewart, we heard you were afraid your own sister would win the modelling competition, so you deliberately started a fire to burn her to death, but it backfired and you ended up burning yourself. Is that true?"
"Miss Stewart, someone as vicious as you still dare to come to your sister's celebration party? Don't you have any shame?"
"Miss Stewart, you're so good at twisting on the runway. How could you be afraid of losing your sister? Is it because the sugar daddies you're serving aren't satisfied?"
As one of the reporters spoke, they suddenly yanked the hat off my head. A collective gasp echoed all around. My burned, disfigured face was exposed under the harsh flashes of their cameras.
"Oh my god, that's disgusting! Is that a monster?"