"I swear," Luna muttered, yanking her oversized sunglasses lower over her nose as she stepped out of the car, "if one more reporter asks me if Asher and I are getting married, I'll scream."
Asher leaned casually against the hood, smirking. "Why scream when you could just say yes?"
She shot him a playful glare. "Not helping."
"Come on, baby," he said, looping his arm around her waist and kissing her temple. "You like the attention."
"I like when the attention isn't followed by ten zoomed-in photos of my nail polish," she deadpanned.
Just then, Zane and Aria arrived, Aria laughing uncontrollably while Zane looked completely unbothered, as usual.
"Did you really throw your shoe at a reporter?" Zane asked Luna.
"It was slipping off!" Luna defended.
Aria wiped her eyes. "The video's trending. You're already a meme."
"Let me guess," Luna groaned. "Queen of Sass?"
Aria giggled. "Nope. 'When your man's hot but the paparazzi are hotter.'"
Asher growled. "Who said that?"
