MARCUS
I watched the press conference clipping, and the entire thing was amusing.
It amused me so much that I watched it more than once, and it was during one of my replays that I noticed something.
It wasn't really obvious. It was just…there. Like an energy.
There was some tension between Ciara and her husband. And it wasn't just the tension of being before a camera, it was something…more.
It ran deep, and now that I had noticed it, I could not help but draw parallels. The first time I met Ciara, she had been sad. It was the main reason why I approached her.
She tried to hide it, but it was difficult to mask that type of deep seated sadness. I doubt she knew how deep the sadness ran, and how obvious it was.
I had wondered what happened to make her that sad. She was a gorgeous woman, and she didn't even know it.
