Sylvia smoothed her dress as the cameras rolled, her expression carefully neutral. Across from her, Evans sat with the same cool indifference he always carried. If the people watching didn’t know better, they’d think they were just another powerful couple, sitting for an exclusive interview.
But Sylvia knew that was far from the case. Powerful? Yes, in their own way. A real couple? Not even close. And close? Close was dangerous.
The interviewer, a sharp-eyed woman in her fifties, glanced between them, her polished smile never faltering. “Mr. Alberto, your marriage to Sylvia came as quite the surprise to the public. People are curious—how did you two meet?”
Sylvia forced a polite smile. 'Here we go.'
Evans leaned back slightly, his fingers tapping against the armrest of his chair. “It w
