Fiona was now feeling tired. Her feet ached in the heels despite their comfort.The constant buzz of voices, flashing cameras, and speculative whispers had become overwhelming. She tried to stay composed, but Caleb noticed immediately.
He leaned closer, his hand warm and steady on her lower back. "You're exhausted," he murmured, concern clear in his voice. "Let me take you home."
Fiona didn't argue. She nodded, grateful for his attentiveness. "Yes… please. I think I've had enough for one night."
Caleb guided her gently through the side exit, shielding her from the lingering reporters and curious guests who still milled about. The elegant pavilion that had started the evening with such promise now felt like a storm they were quietly slipping away from. As they left, the distant sounds of continued chaos followed them raised voices, more camera clicks, and the hum of speculation that refused to die down. Caleb kept one arm protectively around her until they reached his car.
