Shattered Facade

~Daphne~

I had made it to the bathroom before the shaking started.

Not visible shaking. I had more control than that. It was internal — the tremor of someone who had just stood in front of a camera and a recorder and a photographer and completely, publicly, humiliatingly failed to answer a question they should never have been asked. I stood at the bathroom mirror in the VIP lounge and looked at my