I blushed. “Alec.”
He chuckled and turned his gaze to the window.
The Apex Meridian loomed ahead.
Sky trackers fanned across the night sky in synchronized sweeps, their glow visible for miles.
Minutes later, our convoy pulled up before the red carpet.
A valet opened the door. “Welcome to the Banquet.”
Alec stepped out first, then he rounded the car to open my door.
“That's Alec Rivera! Quick. Get shots of him!” an editor urged her photographer.
“Wait! He's with someone!” another voice gasped.
A beat. Then a crescendo—
“Oh my God…that's Mabel Parker,” clamored a third voice. “Zoom in. Focus on her dress. This is going viral!”
Camera flashes exploded like strobe lights, almost blinding.
Alec held me through the frenzy.
We stopped walking and struck a pose worthy of a magazine co
