As Noah and Alison navigated through the throng of reporters, the atmosphere crackled with the energy of flashing cameras and probing questions. The reporters, like a pack of hungry wolves, circled around them, their voices blending into a cacophony of curiosity.
"Are you really dating Mr. Wilson?" The question came sharp and insistent, cutting through the air like a knife.
Alison felt her pulse quicken at the inquiry, her mind racing as she searched for the right words. Her eyes darted nervously from one reporter to another, their expectant stares weighing heavily on her.
"How did you first meet him?" Another reporter chimed in, her tone tinged with curiosity.
Alison's thoughts raced back to the moment she had first met Noah, the chance encounter that had sparked a whirlwind of mess t
