Lisa’s POV
"Tell us a little about how you met," the woman behind the camera repeated with a polite smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.
The lights were too bright. A single bead of sweat tickled the side of my neck as I shifted in the chair and sipped from the half-full — or half empty — glass of lemon water beside me.
Behind the camera, the crew stood still, watching. Listening. Eager to hear what I had to say.
I smiled. Not my real smile, not the dry one I gave Ronan when he was being annoying either. This was the public one.
Just enough to deceive the camera and the people watching now and after the interview is released.
"Well, I wasn’t quite expecting that question. It didn’t seem so out of place then, but now that I think about it, Ronan and I met through... unconventional
