My alarm blared into my ear, jerking me out of a peaceful sleep. I was totally baffled for a moment. Where was I?
And then it all came rushing back, the jade green dress, the flashing cameras, the blur of faces, Vanessa's plotting stare, Alex's arm about my waist, his lips tracing my hand, what he'd said to that reporter. The Blackwood Foundation Gala. It hadn't been a crazy dream. It'd happened.
"Gross," I grumbled, my muscles objecting. My feet hurt and my head swam with cotton.
But the physical exhaustion was nothing compared to the nervous tension that ran through me like a live wire. The day after was today. Today everybody would see our "act."
I crawled from bed and staggered to my tiny kitchen. My laptop sat on the counter where I had left it the previous night. With shaking fin
