Taylor’s POV
The flash of the cameras feels like a lightning in a storm.Bright, endless and merciless. They burst one after the other, swallowing every inch of air around me.my throat tightens but I force my breathing to steady. i grip the paper in my hands the edges trembling against my fingers and
I have to remind myself to look up. Smile. Breathe. Pretend.
My heartbeat slows the moment Aiden’s hand find my waist again.his touch is steady almost absentminded but the warmth of it seep through the silk of my dress, anchoring me.
the chaos around us doesnt stop—The blur of faces in the press room sharpens into shape rows of hungry eyes,raised microphones and voices ready to twist every word into a headline. questions still slice through the air —but the sound fades just enough for me
