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shoulders. "I was so honored when Mr. Maxfield handpicked me as his future wife's right hand. Everyone is so curious about you!"
I grimaced. "Well, this curiosity isn't going to kill the cats—just merely bore them. There's nothing special going on here, trust me. Just a regular girl. Marrying a regu—er, I mean, great guy. Simple wedding. Simple marriage. No fuss."
Felicity's eyes widened in disbelief. "No fuss? How can people not fuss when everyone's so caught up in the movie-like romance of your love story? You two look so in love! Just look at this!"
She backed away quickly to give herself room to pull out a folded tabloid from under the little filing folder she was hugging. With her practically prancing in her heels with excitement, she handed the paper to me.
I scanned the front page of the gossip tabloid and groaned, slapping my forehead.
The article's title screamed in capital letters: DINER CINDERELLA CAPTURES MAXFIELD PRINCE!
It went on to detail how Brandon Maxfield ran into me at Marlow's one night a while ago and was unable to take his mind off me until we saw each other again this week. He got me to finally sit down with him, talk and fall madly and instantly in love.
I had a feeling Brandon fed them this story because as far-fetched as it sounded to me, the story was written so convincingly, one would have to be heartless to be unaffected.
If they only knew.
There was an enlarged photo of my hand sporting my giant engagement ring and another much larger shot of me and Brandon locked in a passionate embrace as we kissed in front of the jewelry store from our trip there yesterday morning.
The image was a little grainy but there was no mistaking Brandon. I, on the other hand, had my back turned to the camera, my hair in a tangled mess, my arms wrapped around Brandon's neck.
"See? Isn't that so sweet?" Felicity's bubbly voice penetrated my whirling thoughts and I snorted.
Sweet was merely one of the by-products of our talented acting—well, Brandon's talented acting.
Because you sure as hell know you weren't feigning anything when you kissed him as if you were dying for it.
My cheeks flamed and my fingers curled around the edge of the tabloid, curmpling the paper.
"Something wrong, Ms. Samuels?" Felicity prompted, peering at me with concern.
I looked up at her, smiling while I forced my annoyance back down. "Just thinking about all these nosy paps who can't mind their own business. I don't particularly enjoy their overeager interest."
Felicity's bubble gum pink mouth tightened into a line—the closest she can probably get to a frown. "I completely understand. It's part of my job to make sure they don't bother you too much. The man you saw out front is Gilles and he's going to be your chauffer and bodyguard. He scared away the paps who were stalking around the street earlier but they never stay too far."
My eyes bulged. "There were paps outside earlier?"
"Yes. The news of your whirlwind romance and engagement to Brandon Maxfield has been spreading like wildfire in the last twenty-four hours, Ms. Samuels. It's only a matter of time before they track you down and hound after every bit of juicy information they can get about and from you."
I swallowed hard. "That doesn't sound fun."
She shook her head. "No, it isn't always. It's great if the publicity is helping one of your causes but most of the time, they're just digging for dirt which is never nice."
And I have a lot of dirt. All six-feet high of it packed on top of my father's coffin.
I didn't want any of that dug up. I wouldn't be a hypocrite and say that I wasn't ashamed of my past—I most certainly was about some parts of it. I wouldn't deny it because I wasn't in the habit of compounding my shame with lies but I wouldn't volunteer it either.
I sighed.
I knew in the back of my mind that the public attention was going to be one of my biggest hurdles in this deal with Brandon but it was only now that the enormity of that
I grimaced. "Well, this curiosity isn't going to kill the cats—just merely bore them. There's nothing special going on here, trust me. Just a regular girl. Marrying a regu—er, I mean, great guy. Simple wedding. Simple marriage. No fuss."
Felicity's eyes widened in disbelief. "No fuss? How can people not fuss when everyone's so caught up in the movie-like romance of your love story? You two look so in love! Just look at this!"
She backed away quickly to give herself room to pull out a folded tabloid from under the little filing folder she was hugging. With her practically prancing in her heels with excitement, she handed the paper to me.
I scanned the front page of the gossip tabloid and groaned, slapping my forehead.
The article's title screamed in capital letters: DINER CINDERELLA CAPTURES MAXFIELD PRINCE!
It went on to detail how Brandon Maxfield ran into me at Marlow's one night a while ago and was unable to take his mind off me until we saw each other again this week. He got me to finally sit down with him, talk and fall madly and instantly in love.
I had a feeling Brandon fed them this story because as far-fetched as it sounded to me, the story was written so convincingly, one would have to be heartless to be unaffected.
If they only knew.
There was an enlarged photo of my hand sporting my giant engagement ring and another much larger shot of me and Brandon locked in a passionate embrace as we kissed in front of the jewelry store from our trip there yesterday morning.
The image was a little grainy but there was no mistaking Brandon. I, on the other hand, had my back turned to the camera, my hair in a tangled mess, my arms wrapped around Brandon's neck.
"See? Isn't that so sweet?" Felicity's bubbly voice penetrated my whirling thoughts and I snorted.
Sweet was merely one of the by-products of our talented acting—well, Brandon's talented acting.
Because you sure as hell know you weren't feigning anything when you kissed him as if you were dying for it.
My cheeks flamed and my fingers curled around the edge of the tabloid, curmpling the paper.
"Something wrong, Ms. Samuels?" Felicity prompted, peering at me with concern.
I looked up at her, smiling while I forced my annoyance back down. "Just thinking about all these nosy paps who can't mind their own business. I don't particularly enjoy their overeager interest."
Felicity's bubble gum pink mouth tightened into a line—the closest she can probably get to a frown. "I completely understand. It's part of my job to make sure they don't bother you too much. The man you saw out front is Gilles and he's going to be your chauffer and bodyguard. He scared away the paps who were stalking around the street earlier but they never stay too far."
My eyes bulged. "There were paps outside earlier?"
"Yes. The news of your whirlwind romance and engagement to Brandon Maxfield has been spreading like wildfire in the last twenty-four hours, Ms. Samuels. It's only a matter of time before they track you down and hound after every bit of juicy information they can get about and from you."
I swallowed hard. "That doesn't sound fun."
She shook her head. "No, it isn't always. It's great if the publicity is helping one of your causes but most of the time, they're just digging for dirt which is never nice."
And I have a lot of dirt. All six-feet high of it packed on top of my father's coffin.
I didn't want any of that dug up. I wouldn't be a hypocrite and say that I wasn't ashamed of my past—I most certainly was about some parts of it. I wouldn't deny it because I wasn't in the habit of compounding my shame with lies but I wouldn't volunteer it either.
I sighed.
I knew in the back of my mind that the public attention was going to be one of my biggest hurdles in this deal with Brandon but it was only now that the enormity of that
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