Elena's POV
"It's nothing. Just the office." Damian slid the phone back into his pocket, though the tension in his jaw didn't fully ease. "We should get going. I have calls to return."
I let it go, too content in the quiet afterglow of the ring still warm on my finger to push further, and we left the jeweler's with a promise from the silver-haired woman that the sizing adjustments would be ready within the week.
The calm didn't last.
"You need to see this." The publicist met us at the office door before we'd even crossed the threshold, tablet already extended, her earlier excitement from the engagement leak replaced now with something more cautious. "It's not bad, exactly. It's just… thorough."
I took the tablet, scanning the headline with a growing knot of unease. *Who Is Elena Marsh
