We walked hand-in-hand out of the room, through the polished halls, and into the elevator.
I smiled when I saw our reflection in the elevator.
Matching outfits. Sometimes Christian did such childish things, it confused me. Like right now, I couldn't stop thinking about what it meant. But I couldn't ask.
Was this for show? Or something else…
As the doors opened into the grand lobby, I noticed cameras, lights, and reporters already in place. Security stood alert by the doors, and the staff moved with choreographed precision.
Outside, a red carpet was rolled across the pavement, flanked by rope barriers and a line of photographers, reporters, and invited guests. The afternoon sun dipped low, casting a warm golden hue over the marble steps.
Christian didn't release my hand as we stepped out.
Flashbulbs erupted instantly.
"Mr. Gulf, over here!"
"Christian! We haven't seen your wife in public with you after the wedding. Is there a reason she's here today?"
