Fallon
The sun was dipping below the horizon, casting the sky in hues of blush and gold as Reid and I stepped into the grand reception tent. The soft hum of string instruments welcomed us, the air thick with the scent of roses and champagne.
Applause erupted the moment we entered, guests rising to their feet in celebration. Cameras flashed, capturing our every move.
I felt Reid’s hand on mine—firm, steady.
The perfect couple.
The perfect lie.
His touch still burned. It was going to take some getting used to especially as we would have to keep up appearances for a long time.
The applause faded as the lights dimmed, a single spotlight warming the polished dance floor. The soft notes of a familiar song floated through the air.
Reid’s voice was low beside my ear. “Ready for the show,
