On New Years Eve,
The black eye was uploaded onto spiritually based satellites, and then quickly downloaded, down-under into New ZZZ-Land presses, so they could be the first to public-size her misfortune on that initial nanosecond of New Year’s.
Her agent tried to soothe her, by caressing her arm and telling her “any publicity is good publicity.” But,
Promotion at what cost? Losing her children?
She thought that those millions of photos of her spread round the world the last decade might have taken something away from her. Something that wouldn’t allow her to be her true self.
At least she got a clue, before the camera