She stood, leaning against the door frame of Amaltea's office and trying not to scowl at her boss. Her tone and the way she occasional pinched the bridge of her nose made it very clear that her battle with patience was a losing one. "All I'm saying is, I work here...so maybe my reputation should be exempt from getting torn apart every time we print a new issue?"

"Maybe I should be happy in some way--yay! My life is so exciting it can sell papers...but I am not just some stupid whore who is backstabbing my best friend to get some guy right after my guy was killed. Can't they at least make it a little more discrete? I'm one of the only water faeries in the whole city and everyone knows it!"