Dafne White's POV
The cameras are invasive, the reporters are talking over each other, blocking our way. Logan takes my hand and we push through the horde of press at the gate of his house; we couldn't even get the car in.
Once we're on the other side of the gate, they don't advance because it's private property.
"Mr. Wallace, will you tell us when you got married?" Logan sighs and puts his arm around my waist.
"I won't give dates, I'll just say that yes, I have indeed gotten married, and since my life is nobody else's business, I took the liberty of doing it when I wanted and without telling anyone." He's so confident and self-assured when he speaks that I doubt I have that ability.
I don't like paparazzi.
"We're very happy, and if you'll excuse me, I'd like you to leave my entrance
