Diana's pov
"Hello miss dancer,"
"Oh gods...Amanda please don't even start now!" I groaned, slamming my forehead into my desk.
It's been like this since morning. Somehow the news and pictures of the fundraiser filled the internet and everyone has been talking about it. Pictures of my face are plastered all over social media, everyone wondering who the f**k I am and why I'm seen waltzing with The Lucian Aurelius, the god himself.
"Damn," Rosie gasps, scrolling through her phone. "You guys look like you're in love or some type of shit."
"No!" I cried out, raising my head, eyes wide as dinner plates. "I'm not in love with him!"
"Then explain this," Rosie said with a smug face, showing me her phone. I took it from her, a wild gasp leaving my lips as I saw the picture.
It was taken at
