Freya’s Pov
We arrived at the venue, me and Artemis hand in hand. They were posse of photographers, ready to take pictures and documentaries. As we came down I and Artemis interlocked hands.
I was grateful for Artemis taking hold of my hand because with the amount of paparazzi my knees buckled and grew weak. I tried not to look at any camera and plastered a smile that seemed original and tender enough.
When we were inside a sigh of relief washed over me.
“Don’t wander too far from me,” Artemis whispered into my ear. To anyone that would have sounded sexy but I was on edge, and I picked out the under meaning of his words.
I nodded yes, trying to extricate from him, his hand snaked behind my waist and planted a kiss by my side.
The gallery was huge and extravagant, painted with white
