Christina's POV
I could feel every single pair of eyes drilling into us.
Hudson was... well, Hudson. He looked like he'd stepped off a magazine cover. Not just handsome. Dangerously handsome. The kind that made you forget to breathe if you stared too long.
Me? I cleaned up pretty well too. Maybe less angelic than him, but definitely more than presentable.
But it wasn't our looks that had stopped all conversation. It was how naturally I was linking arms with him. Easy, intimate, completely comfortable.
Thanks to our practice sessions (which, okay, had actually worked), we didn't look like some random hookup. We looked like the real deal.
I could practically read the thought bubbles floating above every head in the room.
"Wait, isn't that Christina Vance?"
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