"How did it come to this, Anne?" Seeing her clinging to his leg like glue, Adrian sighed, bent down, grabbed her chin, and lifted her face up to his eyes.
The tears cascading from her eyes etched ravines on her beautiful face. Despite wearing only light makeup, it was smudged beyond recognition. The look of intertwined regret, fear, and pleading added to the desolation. Although there was an element of performance, most of it was genuinely emotional outpouring. Adrian could see the indescribable fear deep in her heart.
Indeed, for a celebrity, especially one who enjoys a successful career, nothing is more terrifying than a complete fall from grace. Having experienced a life surrounded by countless flashbulbs, suddenly being stripped of all this, unable to retrieve it and being despised by everyone, is a feeling that could easily drive anyone with weak mental endurance to suicide.
