oors of the dressi

in a razor-sharp, custom black suit th

he stylists and lande

ltered for a fra

ding down to the floor. The makeup hid her bruises,

Ferris's chest. For one dangerous s

e crashed into his mind. The heat in hi

entire styling team. They scurried

warm hands heavily on her bare shoulders. His grip was

against the sensitive skin of her neck,

her reflection in the mirror. "Do not

t. Her long eyelashes hid the

and forcefully tucked it

moving in perfect sync down the plus

hampagne roses filled the corners. Professional light

and respected broadcast journalist, st

e demeanor shifted. The cold monster vanished. In

is hand resting protectively on

on the main ca

de," Paige began, her voice smooth. "Tell me,

and. He laced his fingers through hers,

c lie about love at first sight and finding light in the darkne

ed forward, her

s ago, you were at the center of a horrific scandal. Sitting

. The heavy makeup couldn't hide the

up. The urge to scream I was frame

r panic. He mo

and pulled her flush against his chest, physi

to the camera, his voice thick with protective devotio

r chin up and pressed his lip

is fingers dug brutally into the muscle of

ality. She forced her lips into a s

alled out. "That was