As we arrived at the venue, the chauffeur opened the door for us, and Damien stepped out first, offering me his hand. "Ready?" he asked with a charming smile.
I took his hand, feeling a surge of nerves and excitement. "As ready as I'll ever be," I replied, trying to muster up some confidence.
Damien chuckled, giving my hand a reassuring squeeze. "You'll be fine. Just follow my lead."
As we made our way towards the entrance, the paparazzi descended upon us, their cameras flashing relentlessly. I felt like a deer caught in headlights, but Damien seemed unfazed, his easy confidence radiating as he greeted the reporters with a charming smile and a few carefully chosen words.
Once inside, I let out a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding. "That was... intense," I remarked, try
