At 8 AM, Brandon and I were about to leave the hotel to meet my mother before heading back to Wichita at 1 PM. Thankfully, he followed my suggestion to meet my mother with his grandfather, but I had to come along because he wanted to ensure that my mother wouldn't be angry with me afterward.
I was certainly nervous, but he always calmed me down, never letting go of my hand as we were in the elevator, exiting it, and heading towards the hotel's main entrance.
"Don't worry," he whispered, winking at me with his right eye.
I gave a slight smile, and he quickly kissed the back of my right palm.
"There he is, there he is!"
"Brandon Smith with another girl!"
The commotion from the hotel lobby grabbed our attention. They were a group of men and women with cameras and other equipment, presumably for interviews.
"This must be Aurora's doing," Brandon muttered with a stern look.
"So what should we do?" I asked, my heart pounding.
