Chapter 23: Dance with Me

Sabrina’s POV

Atlas takes my hand and guides me out of the limo. There are photographers lining the pathway to the entrance of the hotel and I do my best to not look bothered by them. I’m sure the photos will come out terrible and I’ll look like I’m trying too hard.

Atlas’s hand engulfs mine and I pray my hand isn’t sweating in his. The flash from the cameras and the clicking of the shutters is the only thing that can be heard aside from the occasional journalist throwing questions at Atlas as we walk past.

I breathe a sigh of relief when we enter the lobby, and everything falls silent. I don’t know how celebrities deal with that every single time they leave their house. I’m not even sure how Atlas deals with it; I’m sure journalist are up in his business all the time.

“Let’s go get a drink,” Atlas says, tugging my hand in the direction of what I assume is the function room.