"Ms. Gates! Please! Ms. Gates just one word. Just one photo! Please!"
I'd been holding on to the end of my shirt fighting hard not to let my voice carry out words I didn't mean but once I felt the ends start to tear I couldn't help it.
"You want a word? How about two. Fuck. Off."
The man with the camera only smiled and pressed the shutter button on his camera. I bet he even mentally recorded the rude remark for the next paper.
My upper lip curled, what I wouldn't give to unleash my wrath, but a cold hand touched my shoulder and I knew the wrath I could unleash was not going to be opened.
I turned. A limo was parked right next to me with the door wide open, "Come in dearest. Your outing has been long enough. Come. Your castle waits." I looked around me. The beautiful sights of Volterra, Italy. The beautiful sight of freedom. All things I was being forced to leave behind.