MELISSA’S POV
The car rolled to a smooth stop in front of the glowing entrance of the five-star restaurant, and I let out a slow breath as the camera flashes began before I even stepped out.
Of course they were here.
Media. Paparazzi. Bloggers. Flashes lighting up the night like a firework show.
“Xavier,” I murmured as I glanced out the window, “I hope you're ready for every headline tomorrow screaming: ‘Golden Couple Steals the Night.’”
He smirked without looking at me. “I mean... they’re not wrong.”
I shot him a glare, adjusting the hem of my dress. “Don’t get cocky. We’re just keeping up appearances.”
He tilted his head, voice smooth. “And what an appearance we’re making.”
The valet opened his door, and he stepped out like the smug prince he was. I followed, heart steady, postur
