Chapter 21: The Fine Line Between Real and Pretend

The flashing lights were blinding, but Olivia forced herself to smile as cameras clicked in rapid succession.

Adrian's grip on her hand was steady, his thumb brushing lightly against her skin—a small movement, but one that sent heat up her arm.

"This way, Adrian! Olivia, look here!" Reporters called their names, their voices overlapping.

Adrian leaned down, his lips close to her ear. "You're doing great."

His breath was warm, his voice smooth, and for a moment, it was easy to forget that this was all an act.

She turned her head slightly, her eyes meeting his. "You do this often?" she asked, keeping her expression playful for the cameras.

His lips curved. "You're special, Carter. I save my best performances for you."

Before she could respond, a reporter stepped forward.

"Adrian, Olivia! So the rumors are true? How long have you two been together?"

Adrian squeezed her hand—a silent signal.

Without missing a beat, he smiled. "A little while now."

Olivia kept her expression neutral, even as her pulse spiked.

"And what do you like most about Olivia?" another reporter asked.

Adrian turned to her, his gaze dropping to her lips before meeting her eyes again. "She challenges me," he said, his voice low but certain. "She doesn't fall for the image. She sees the real me."

Olivia's heart skipped a beat.

Because for a split second, she believed him.

She shook herself, forcing a light laugh. "And here I thought it was my incredible taste in music."

The reporters chuckled, the moment passing, but Olivia couldn't shake the feeling in her chest.

This was dangerous.

Inside the event, Adrian led her to a private table near the stage. The venue was elegant, dimly lit chandeliers casting a warm glow over the crowd.

"You handled that well," Adrian murmured, pulling out her chair before taking his seat.

She gave him a pointed look. "I'm a journalist. I know how to spin a story."

His lips twitched. "I don't think you're spinning this."

She arched a brow. "Oh? And what am I doing?"

His eyes darkened slightly. "Falling for me."

Her breath caught.

Then she scoffed, taking a sip of her champagne. "In your dreams, Hayes."

Adrian smirked, lifting his glass. "We'll see, Carter. We'll see."

But as the night went on, as they laughed and whispered to maintain their "act," Olivia realized something.

She wasn't sure where the act ended and where something real began.

And that scared her more than anything.