IVAN SMITH
Stela looked perfect—beautiful but clearly nervous. I understood her anxiety; after all, she had never been in a situation like this before. But I was confident she would handle it gracefully.
As soon as the car stopped in front of the hotel, the media swarmed us, and it took several security guards to control the crowd of reporters. Questions were hurled at us from every direction about the company and, more specifically, about the woman accompanying me.
I held Stela's waist tightly and turned to the reporters.
“This, gentlemen, is my fiancée, Stela Gomes. That's all you need to know."
They erupted with more questions, but I refused to answer any further. From now on, the security around Stela would have to increase because I knew the media wouldn't give her peace.
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