They finally arrived at the reception venue, with reporters lurking outside as they weren't allowed to enter inside.
"They're here!" The first reporter who caught sight of their car announced to the others.
Mila was already used to… or partly used to the reporters and their thirst for gossip. She just needed to watch her steps and make sure not to lose sight of Zyran.
"Ready?" Zyran said, touching the timeless leather piece watch on his wrist, fixing his collar button properly at the same time.
Mila was glad to have her heavy gowns changed to something comfortable. She wouldn't have to worry about tripping. And it was all thanks to Zyran...few of the times he acted good and the rest...he-
"Let's go." Zyran commanded, his voice icy.
The guards, who had already received orders, were the first to step out, stopping the reporters from coming closer, while the remaining gathered around Mila and Zyran, protecting them as they walked in.