Evelyn
I see the flash as I turn my head to the large window showing a view of the street, but I don't see anyone. As much as I don't like the flashes and bright lights that come with being the fiancée of a popular CEO and public personality, I've schooled myself not to react in any way that might end up as a scandal.
"I'm probably just imagining this," I mutter. "Must be from all the pictures taken of us yesterday."
Connor and I had to attend an event last minute, and a red carpet was outside the building. Suffice it to say we spent an hour trying to get from the limo that took us there into the place because of the press.
There's another event tomorrow—I cannot wait until all of this is over—so I told him I'd go shopping myself instead of picking something from my closet.
I'll also
