Sonia’s POV
The noise doubled.
Voices rose.
Questions were shouted.
Names were called.
Flashes stung my eyes.
But the only thing I felt clearly was his hand around mine.
Firm.
Unyielding.
Possessive in the quietest way.
He didn’t rush me.
Didn’t pull me.
He matched my pace.
With every step, I felt eyes dig into me… measuring, judging, wondering.
Who is she?
Why her?
What does she mean to him?
I lifted my chin.
Not in arrogance.
In survival.
Inside the hall, the noise dulled but the tension followed.
The room stalled.
Conversations paused.
People turned.
Alexander didn’t announce me.
He didn’t need to.
He simply did what he had always done privately.
He stayed beside me.
His hand remained at the small of my back.
His posture told a story louder than any speech c
