I AM THE FIRST LADY

context, stood as the center of an exceptional sight, surrounded by glaring lights, lou

r probed her with questions, their eyes gleaming with excitement. She was their new

y stepped out for a moment to look around and probably get used to he

her movement - maybe someone had tipped them off her whereabouts, th

d in her direction, followed by voices she found hard to differ

ersy surrounding your first marriage to become the country's first lady?..." Thi

r was thrown. "...How do you respond to the public's mixed opinions

s experiences and how do they influence your approa

ceived from the public and political commu

latform as first lady to address is

nes, were asked, the press struggling to ga

the public and protruding eyes. Beneath the facade was a swirl of emotions - she felt embarrassed, shy, and most of

her past for the world to see. The scandal of herself ditching her wedding, leaving her fiancé in dile

trolled expectations of her newly profound position. Her title was, to h

hated and struggled to comprehend. A bitter taste of resentment lingered in the corner of her tongue as the whisper of her pe

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fronted by the huge figure of her husband, the President. His

e of ice, making her more uncomfortable. He contained the pri

orated chamber, barely taking his icy stare away from her. "You are not to

ve. To her, he's like a hoofed demon, ridiculing her lack of f

dy lies within the presidential residence, not elsewhere. Your world is this!" He

with despair as she contemplated her crumbled dreams. It was as if the world, once rich with col

orpost. It was clear, that her presence meant nothing to him - and her

she to say to him, she walked away from him, her legs barely holding he

erwhelmed and alone, the events of the day still fresh in her mind. She coul

she had been naive. She let out a deep sigh and wondered how she

ly and a notification on her phone pulled her out of he