Chapter 72 Lost Hope

• After hours of waiting for the media and Ivan fans to leave, I pulled out a pair of blue jeans and a black hoodie from my closet. I slipped into them quickly, pulling the hood over my head and grabbing a pair of sunglasses from the table.
• With everything that had happened recently, the internet scandal, and the hate I was receiving, the last thing I wanted was to be recognized. Any slip-up in my disguise would only attract more attention. I stuffed my hands into the pockets of my hoodie as I prepared to leave the house.
• I had to see Ivan. I had to explain everything. Brenda had suggested it, and I could only hope it wouldn’t turn out badly. “I don’t think this is a good idea,” I mumbled, looking at Brenda, who was doing her best to encourage me. “What if he doesn’t listen to me?”