Chapter 130 Christianna
Chapter one hundred thirty
Christianna
Remy hands me my phone. “Christianna,” Alexis’s voice comes through immediately.
“I’m already fielding requests for additional interviews. If you’re up for it, I can send you to another studio.”
“I thought I answered everything. I can’t talk about who, based on what the lawyers said. I don’t know what else I could offer.”
“I have a reporter I trust. They want to focus on how you healed, what that looked like for you, and where you are now.” She pauses. “It gives you a softer entry point for your relationship, and it does double duty for the opera house and the musical.”
“I don’t even have a change of clothes. What would I say?” I’m backpedaling now.
“I’m reading comments from the livestream.”
She doesn’t wait for my answer.
“Anika99 says, ‘For the first time, I think someone could believe me.’
User39924: ‘How? I can’t get out of bed.’
JSTWNTITOVR: ‘I went to school with you. I thought I was the only one.’”
“There are hundreds of comments like this. I’m not going to lie, there are trolls saying exactly what you’d expect. Don’t read them. My assistant will email you the relevant ones.”
She doesn’t soften her tone.
“This needs to be said. Some of them need hope. You showed what happened. Now show them your healing.”
“I’m not an expert,” I protest.
“No you’re a survivor. Meg is bringing you a new dress.”
I look from Remy to Erik.
“Do we do this? Open our lives to this much scrutiny?”
“We have been in the public eye for years,” Erik tells me. “They will say whatever they want anyway.”
Remy nods, “facts don’t always matter, but this is important.”
“Okay,” I draw the word out.
“She texted me the studio information, they are in the same building, and this will not be live,” Remy says as he places a hand on my back and directs me to the studio where Meg is waiting with a maroon sweater and black skirt.