The situation outside the filming soundstage deteriorated far faster than anyone on the production team had expected. By seven in the morning, dozens of aggressive reporters had already gathered beyond the security barricades, blocking the main driveway.
Camera crews occupied nearly every available square meter along the front entrance, while paparazzi vehicles lined both sides of the street. The blurry, two-year-old photograph captured outside the central civil marriage registry had changed the entire nature of the media frenzy.
The press no longer wanted mere speculative theories. They wanted Sylvaniah to break her silence under the pressure.
"Sylvaniah!"
"Miss Dreraye, were you legally married two years ago?!"
"Was President Stephen Spencer with you at the Central Civil Marriage Registry in that photograph?!"
"Are the matching platinum bands your official wedding bracelets?!"
"Is President Stephen Spencer your actual husband?!"
