HERMIONE
Aiden Mendes spanked me on a live broadcast.
I seethe with rage as we exchange goodbyes with Becca and the production crew, making our way to the limo.
Thankfully, we're led through a different route, avoiding the swarm of reporters. I doubt I could maintain the facade of fake smiles if I had to navigate through them again. The thought of being besieged by them makes me shudder.
Once we're in the limo, Aiden becomes absorbed in his phone, his fingers flying across the screen as he types out messages.
Throughout the ride, he doesn't glance my way, and I'm forced to ignore him in return. The playful man I know has vanished, replaced by a tense, focused individual. His jaw is clenched, and his expression is stern.
I almost ask him what's caught his attention, but I refrain. A
