"Oh, no."
The parade of reporters that swarmed the car made my heart race in my chest. The sound of the shutters going off made me shiver.
Damien held my hand. "Are you okay?"
I shook my head frantically. "I don't think I can do this."
He glanced at the driver. "Give us a minute."
"Yes, sir."
He waited until the driver got out of the car before turning to me. "Hey."
I blinked, staring at him.
"I'm right here," he said.
"What if this is a mistake? What if we get caught—or worse we..."
"I won't let that happen."
He held my chin. "I promised to protect you, didn't I?"
I nodded slowly. The determined look in his eyes made me want to believe him.
"Then, trust me on that. I'll protect you, Aria," he promised.
His words soothed me and I could breathe again. "Okay."
He smiled, and gently squeezed my hand. "You ready?"
"I think so."
The door opened. Damien pulled me close, shielding me from the storm of camera flashes.
"Mr. Brown, one second!"
"Is this the fiancée?!"
