WILLOW
Levy was right. There’s a magic in the air tonight.
Aiden kisses me again. His lips are so soft, it’s unreal how fluffy they are. Smooth and tasty. I open my mouth to deepen the kiss. That’s when the camera flashes start.
We pull apart from each other. More camera lights flash, blinding my vision for a moment. I raise my hands, trying to shield my eyes from the onslaught. Aiden steps in front of me.
“Hey. What’s this? Back off.” His voice is lowered in warning.
“Willow Thompson,” someone calls, in that professional manner that can only be associated with journalists. “What’s it like going from an orphan to the heir of a multi billion dollar corporation?”
“Miss Thompson,” someone else calls from the small crowd that seems to have gathered around us. “What can you say about th
