Above is what the Darling estate looks like
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In my not so humble opinion reporters are like vultures. They swarm stuff just to get a piece of it then move on to hunt for there next victim.

Sadie and I were the current victims.

I grabbed on of the bags from the mall and opened it. I grabbed the skirt I just bought, some sunglasses, and a floppy hat. I shoved all of them at my sister.

" What are these for?" my incredible dim witted sister asked.

" You look like you just got dressed in the dark in zero gravity," I said with my signature eye roll " put on that skirt your ass is falling out of the dress."

Sadie signed put she put everything on like I told her too. Her life would be so much easier if she just listened to me. But she is way too stupid to realize it.

" It's go time and remember walk and no comment," we both said at the same time like we were trained to do.

I opened my door and the first thing that I saw were blinding flashing lights.

"Reyna how do you feel about the accusations against your brother?"

"Sadie how is the cities favorite party girl?"

"Sadie can you comment on the claims Ms Sanders is making?

" Reyna how do you know Vivian Sanders?"

That last question almost made me stop. Vivian Sanders I haven't heard that name in a long time.

My family should really start listening to me. I told them that this would just blow up in all of our faces one day. Did they believe me? Of course not. Now it's too late to listen to little Rey Rey.

Oh well.