Alexia's POV
As Aiden led me down the hallway, I noticed the unmistakable glint of phone screens.
People were taking pictures. Recording videos. Whispering excitedly while pretending not to stare.
Fantastic.
Just what I needed—footage of my fake marriage spreading like wildfire.
I tried to subtly pull my arm away from Aiden's, but his grip tightened just enough to warn me not to even try it.
You absolute menace.
He was still smiling, playing the role of the perfect doting husband. Meanwhile, I was fighting every urge not to throw myself into the nearest supply closet and lock the door until everyone forgot I existed.
Lucy, who had caught up to us, was barely containing her excitement. She was walking beside me like my own personal paparazzi, whisper-squealing, "They're taking videos, Alexia! You guys are trending already! Smile! Act natural!"
Smile? Act natural?!
