Shayla
As I took a steadying breath and composed myself in the restroom, I realized the fatigue wasn't fading. Instead, a slight dizziness seemed to linger, a reminder that the night was quickly catching up with me. Deciding it was best not to push myself, I returned to Chris, who was chatting with a small group by the entrance, his gaze flickering to me the moment I approached.
He immediately noticed my paler complexion and put a gentle hand on my arm. "You ready to head out?" he asked softly, his concern evident.
I nodded, offering a faint smile. "Yeah, I think it's time to call it a night."
Chris gave a quick farewell to the group and placed a steadying hand on my back as we made our way toward the exit. As soon as we stepped outside, the cool night air hit me, offering a brief sense of relief. But that relief was short-lived; the second the paparazzi spotted us leaving, they swarmed, cameras flashing and voices calling out, the lights and noise disorienting.
