ernity of flashing lights and hushed, frantic whispers.

e a Chanel suit the color of cream, not a single blonde hair out of pl

the remaining press, a tight, c

family disagreement that got out of hand. I'm sure we can sort this out." She w

oe, who was still being shielded by security. Britteny

reaching for her hand. "You

back as if she'd bee

eplaced by more compassion. "Khloe, I know you're upset. But we're family. Let's no

to paint Khloe as hysterical, ungrateful, and irrational. A few rep

n a makeshift bandage from a security guard's fir

ile, but it sent a shive

d in the tense silence. "Which home is that, Britteny? The one where

ered. Her eyes darted

u mean the home where for my eighteenth birthday, your mother gave m

ripples of doubt, cracking the flawless facade of the Harding family. The repor

ce turning accusatory. "Were you waiting nearby? Wait

ng the implicatio

e thing your idea

ny lost her composure for the

!" she snapped, her

he press needed. Her perfect mask had s

ze to a reporter with a large camera

rding's attempted assault. I want them to investigate the conspir

ore. She was on the attack, dragging h

r off, but it was too late. The words were out,

tsteps echoed from the end of th

e stay right w

weapon. The other was a man in a dark, impeccably tailored suit. He moved with

from the ambulance