"You guys look so cute together!!!"
The interviewer, Ingrid Gold, shrieks, staring at both us.
"Thanks," We say in unison.
Ansel is seated on the couch beside me, our hands laced together on my lap. He keeps throwing me concerned stares, making sure I'm not nervous or anxious.
Ingrid shoots me a sharp stare.
"So, Ariella," she starts. "There have been a lot of rumours about you being a gold-digger and just using Ansel for his fame and money. Is that true?"
Tension builds up and I grip his hand so tightly, taking in a deep breathe.
He glances at me and turns to the interviewer.
"Pass!" he blurts out.
"Awww! Look at you being her lawyer. But I'm sure the lady can speak for herself, don't you think?"
He grits his teeth and is about to say something when I take in a deep br
