A new enemy?

We walked hand-in-hand out of the room, through the polished halls, and into the elevator.

I smiled when I saw our reflection in the elevator.

Matching outfits. Sometimes Christian did such childish things, it confused me. Like right now, I couldn't stop thinking about what it meant. But I couldn't ask.

Was this for show? Or something else…

As the doors opened into the grand lobby, I noticed cameras, lights, and reporters already in place. Security stood alert by the doors, and the staff moved with choreographed precision.

Outside, a red carpet was rolled across the pavement, flanked by rope barriers and a line of photographers, reporters, and invited guests. The afternoon sun dipped low, casting a warm golden hue over the marble steps.

Christian didn't release my hand as we stepped out.

Flashbulbs erupted instantly.

"Mr. Gulf, over here!"