It started with a photo taken long ago, showing up in the news with the headline DANNY KING MAKES WAVES WITH CHILD BRIDE. What was annoying was that 1. Samantha and Danny had only known each other for a few weeks at that point, and there was nothing scandalous about them sitting in the sand on the beach, obviously mid-conversation; and 2. Samantha was nineteen years old when the photo was taken, not sixteen like the article claimed. Young, but certainly not a child.
That didn’t stop the endless stream of media attention she was now receiving, or the angry voicemails her mother was leaving on her phone every time she watched the newest gossip segment on TV.
Samantha was rarely in the news and she preferred it that way. Her position had no need to be folly for the media.
Danny was always in the news. He was a stage director in New York and his brilliance as one half of the dynamic duo had recently brought their biggest show to cinema. There was now as much propaganda as success in their lives. His scandalous past had been brought up in every avenue she ran across. Sam had lived and breathed it, then locked it in a box and threw away the key. It had been years and she was tired. And now the box had been broken into and she had been added to the mix.
Something in her snapped, and she had taken to her social media account to post a rebuttal. The first being her copy of the beach photo, captioned with the year and a note saying ‘This is nineteen.’ Swiping left was a photo of her and school friends, captioned with the year and ‘This is sixteen.’ Danny’s bosses were not amused.
“You’ve really created a stir,” Matt said, creeping up behind her.
Samantha had been standing at the top of the stairs, staring unseeingly at the wedding dress her mother in law had framed as a gift. It sat imposingly against the wall, almost daring her to smash the frame along with her hopes and dreams.
“All of this makes you wonder if there are still beautiful things in the world,” she whispered, wishing Matt would go away.
He wouldn’t though. He was writing something new, which meant he was doing anything to avoid writing something new. So he was here, in what she deemed her safe place, but it was also her husband’s safe place, so that meant Matt. Sometimes she wondered which one she married.
“It’s all too close and incredibly loud, yadda yadda, but I have to give you style points. You were passive aggressive and I liked it. Danny did too. Have you spoken with him about it yet?”
“If you’re asking me about it then you already know the answer.”
Matt was silent, which showed more tact than he usually had.
“He’s scared, you know. Why you’re suddenly a story, when his track record has never been too boring for the rags. The lawyers are pissed.”
“The lawyers are pissed that I responded, not that my age or involvement with a man are a story.”
“He doesn’t want to –
“Peter’s not losing Wendy, Matt. It’s been fourteen years.”