I've been delaying grocery shopping for a while, it's gotten to a point where the only thing I have left is expired lettuce.

Alex left the country for Italy yesterday, his been informing me of his movements as if I could care any less.

My first check-up is in thirteen, days. He said he would make it back in twelve days, so he'll be here.

Dressed in a red dress and white sneakers, I scanned the room to see if I was missing anything else.

I already had both my house keys and car key, my wallet and a shopping bag. I was too cheap to buy a paper bag every time I shop.

Satisfied I hadn't forgotten anything, I finally left the house. I made sure to lock my front door.

I waved hello to a few familiar faces on my way to the parking lot.

I slammed the door to my car before driving out away, to the shopping Mall.

Apart from grocery, most of my clothes no longer fit, there were either too tight or the zip could no longer close.

Staying at home caused me to gain a lot more weight from doing nothing.

I drove to the closest mall, only a twenty minutes drive away.

That way I could buy some new clothes and do grocery shopping at the same place.

Seeing that it was twelve a.m. and a weekday, the mall wasn't as full like I had expected.

I managed to find a parking space close to the entrance.

The wind whistled as I got out of the car, blowing my hair into my face.

I managed to tie it into a messy bomb before shutting my car door.

I walked to the entrance and into the mall, having a mental debate on which store to shop in.

What was the point of buying expensive clothes if I was only going to wear it for about nine months?

I finally stopped in front of Women Clothing. The store sold affordable clothes at a good quality.

I'd first buy some clothes before grocery shopping.

I walked into the store, greeted by the smell of sweet feminine perfume, mixed with clinical products.

I walked straight to the maternity corner and to the dresses.

I'd buy maternity jeans but I knew I wouldn't be as comfortable in them.

I scanned through the roles of dresses. Suddenly, I noticed a camera flash from the corner of my eye.

I looked up to see a middle-aged women flashing her phone's camera in my direction.

I looked behind me to see if there was anyone else, but there wasn't. She must have probably been taking a picture of the clothes.

I looked at her confused, wondering if she had been taking pictures of me.

She looked at me in an almost apologetic way before walking away.

I shrugged my shoulders and continued looking at the dresses, wondering if I should take one in a black or red colour.

I finally picked the Black colour then walked to the next isle.

I noticed a red velvet dress with beading lining the collar.

I run my hand across the dress, to get a feel of the material.

Flash!

I heard the sound of a camera.

I looked up to see a girl who couldn't be any older than seventeen-years-old, taking pictures of me.

Once she had noticed I had seen her, she quickly walked away.

I didn't believe in coincidence. First, it was the other woman whom I thought must have been taking pictures of the clothes and now her.

I speed walked out of the isle, wanting to confront the girl.

If she could at least tell me what she was taking pictures of, it would put me at ease.

My fingers run to my hair, wondering if it was too messy. Could that be the reason? I didn't want to end up a Facebook meme.

As I stepped into the small passageway leading to the counter. I was met by a large crowd who all looked at me stunned, with jaws wide opened, and some even eying me.

My reaction mirrored theirs, wondering what they were staring at me for.

I noticed people holding their phones out, taking pictures.

I turned around realizing I was now surrounded by a crowd.

Why was everyone staring at me? Was there something wrong?

I knew I wasn't the biggest fashion icon but it couldn't be that bad!

I pushed past the crowd, wanting to escape. I ran out of the store then speed walked to the nearest exit.

As I walked to the exit, I couldn't help but notice people still staring at me.

I've never felt so insecure, not even when I had to read out my French essay in front of my class even though the only word I knew was oui.

I felt like I was in some kind of joke that everyone else was in except me.

Nearly at the exit, I noticed it was flooded with people, all dressed in black with cameras around their necks.

It was the paparazzi. There must have been some famous celebrity around.

I quickly stopped in my tracks, trying to figure out what was going on.

"It's her!" Someone yelled pointing at me.

The whole flock turned their attention to me before running in my direction.

My eyes widened, my brain still trying to analyse the situation.

They could have been running towards someone behind me, but I wasn't going to take that chance.

I turned around and ran in the direction I had been coming from.

It was clear, I wouldn't be able to get to my car.

The noticed the large sign of Bedazzled, the neon lights around it making it impossible not to notice.

I quickly ran into the store before any of them had noticed where I went.

I needed an escape plan. A few accessories should be enough to disguise my identity.

I bent my to knees, hiding behind the isles of clothes as I watched the large flock run across the store.

Sure that the coast was clear, I rose to my feet.

Next to me was an isle full of scarves.

"That could work," I thought to myself.

I quickly took the scarf from the isle then picked a pair of sunglasses from another aisle near the exit.

I walked to the till.

I shoved the sunglasses and scarf onto the counter, my hands shaking.

The cashier looked at me confused by my actions.

She scanned the items.

"Twenty dollars," she announced.

I searched for my purse and took a twenty dollar note and handed it over to her.

"You look like the lady on the magazine covers." She said putting the twenty dollars into the till.

I looked at her confused.

That's when it hit me, could that be the reason everyone was following me around and looking at me strangely. Maybe I had a twin sister I didn't know about.

She pointed at the shelves full of magazines.

I walk to the shelves, stunned by the content on the magazine covers.

Sure enough, my face was on every single one of those magazines.

'Tycoon gets struggling cafe owner pregnant,' was one of the captions in big bold letters, in front of the people's magazine.

That was the first of many.

So, that's why people had been staring at me.

I quickly scooped one of each magazine totalling to about fifteen of them.

I place them on the counter and handed the cashier a hundred dollar note.

"It is you!"she exclaimed, comparing my face to that of the one on the magazine covers.

Most of those pictures were taken when I had to accompany my parents to some charity events.

She continued scanning the magazine's.

I ripped the price tag off the scarf and placed it on to my head while I waited for the magazine's.

She handed the magazines back to me in a plastic bag along with my change.

"Thank you," I said to her as I stepped out, putting the sunglasses on.

I managed to get to the exit of the mall without being ambushed or causing any unwanted attention.

There was still a large crowd of paparazzi waiting at my car.

A cab was my only means of getting home, I would have to walk to the main road to get one.

I felt relieved as I walked out of the gates of the mall, breathing in the fresh air.

I managed to keep my head down not wanting anyone to recognise me.

As if the devil had a vendetta against me today, a sudden gust of wind blew, carrying my scarf along with it.

What was I going to do?

Running after the scarf would definitely cause unwanted attention. I was only two minutes away from the cab.

I stopped looking in all directions wanting to cross the road.

Certain the coast was clear, I stepped into the road walking to the other side.

Just as I am in between the two lanes, I hear a loud car honk putting me into alert.

I turned to see a black van driving towards me, only a few meters away cause me to panic.

My body froze for a moment but knowing which direction to run.

By now, cars were driving in the lane, leaving me with a few options.

The plastic bag of magazines fell out of my hands as the van approached even closer.

I begin to wonder if this is the end could this be how I die?

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