Shit. More paparazzi.

You groaned as the approaching crowd came into vision, hiding yourself behind Jensen and Danneel, your adoptive parents of about a year.

Ever since the paps found out about your famous biological grandmother, a celebrity from the 60s and 70s, they had been determined to harass you about it.

Crowds and press weren’t new to Jensen and Danneel either, they were used to it, but it tugged at their hearts to see you subjected to it without want- only due to your famous lineage that had since passed on before they took you in as their daughter.

No way around it, I suppose.

Taking a deep breath, you kept your eyes down at each yelled question and demanded answer from the crowd poured out, worsening the already growing headache as you did your best to ignore the chaos.