The charity event was another public appearance, another night of playing the perfect couple.
Emma expected George to keep his usual cold distance. Instead, he did something unexpected.
He held her hand.
It wasn't just for the cameras. His grip was firm, his touch warm.
And when they were introduced to a powerful investor, he pulled her close and said, "My wife and I are honored to be here."
My wife.
Why did those two words make her heart race?
After dinner, they danced. His hands rested lightly on her waist, and for the first time, she wasn't thinking about their contract.
"Why are you being nice to me?" she asked, looking up at him.
His gaze flickered. "Would you rather I wasn't?"
Before she could answer, a photographer's flash went off, pulling them back to reality.
It was all for show.
It had to be.
But why did it feel real?