Jules felt like a sheep being led to slaughter even when Ethan grabbed her hand and tried to look into her eyes as they walked towards the car.
“Do I really have to go?” she asked for the umpteenth time. “No one’s expecting me there.”
“The media is, Jules,” Ethan replied calmly. “Showing up reduces the questions that’ll be thrown at you later.”
But Jules wasn't buying that. But it didn't seem to matter because Ethan was holding her hand firmly and pulling her forward.
If not that she knew she'd regret it if she came out looking ugly on camera, she wouldn't have put extra effort in styling her hair and make up.
And she definitely wouldn't have gotten the crimson jacket and pants custom made for her.
Ethan held the door open for her, but she just stood there and crossed her arms, turni
