But Kiera cut her off immediately. “Enough! What are you trying to say? That your husband isn’t that kind of person? Please. Which scumbag ever has ‘I’m a scumbag’ tattooed on his forehead? If he hadn’t forced himself on me, I’d never believe something like this could happen to me! I’m already throwing away my dignity by even standing here. I don’t even dare hope that rapist will face the punishment he deserves. I just want him to care for his child. Why is even that too much?”
Humans really loved drama, so the second she said “rapist,” the entire amusement park fell silent.
Right then, I bitterly regretted not listening to the staff when they suggested we clear out the area before opening the park for our little performance.
I shot Gwendolyn a look full of agony, as if saying, “This is your fault. If you wanted drama and nosy bystanders, I could’ve hired actors. Now look, we’ve become the drama.”
She looked so guilty that she seemed ready to bury her head in the nearest shrub.