**Snow's POV**
Demetria and I stepped into the elevator together, accompanied by our manager, Hugo. A few more staff members joined us along the way. When we reached the hotel lobby, two professional photographers were already waiting, their cameras ready. Outside, Marshall and Oscar stood by a sleek white van, looking sharp and unreadable as ever.
“Damn, Deme’s going all-out today! Don’t tell me you’re feeling suffocated by all these bodyguards ’cause honestly, girl, I wouldn’t mind being smothered by them myself,” Sy, our ever-chatty and flamboyant makeup artist, teased with his usual playful sass. Despite his personality, Sy was one of the best in his field.
Demetria turned to him, flashing an awkward smile. The staff thought Oscar and Marshall were her new bodyguards. Just then, ano
