K I A R A
The ball was being held in a grand ballroom at a luxurious hotel downtown. The car pulled up to the entrance and a valet opened my door. Damon stepped out and then helped me out of the car.
The flash of cameras immediately went off, blinding me for a moment. Damon pulled me closer, shielding me from the paparazzi.
"Just smile and wave," he whispered in my ear. "Don't say anything."
I did as he said, forcing a smile on my face as we walked. I could feel the everyone's stares on us, their whispers following us.
"Kiara Salvatore! Is it true that you’re the illegitimate daughter of Alpha King Blake?!"
"Alpha Damon, is this marriage a treaty or is it for love?!"
"Is it true that your previous mate rejected you for being too fat for a Luna?!"
The last question hit me like a pun
