Iris
I’ve just pulled up to the gallery when I notice that the lobby is already filling up. It’s surprising, to say the least; all these people aren’t just coming for me, are they?
As an artist, I’ve always kept my identity private–more for Miles‘ sake than mine, although I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t also to keep Arthur from finding any information on me if he searched. I use the pseudonym ‘Flora‘, and I’ve rarely shown my face online. My work might be up and coming, but few know anything about the real woman behind it.
Which is exactly why a crowd of this size takes me aback, especially when I see all of the cameras and notepads.
Before I can even reach the front doors, someone with a camera spots me and comes rushing over, causing the rest of the crowd to follow.
“Hey, you! You’re the Alpha President’s fated mate, right?!” the person asks, their camera already flashing. “What do you have to say about your fated mate, Alpha President Arthur?”
My eyes widen into saucers as I put two and two together.
These are journalists who want the next big scoop on the Alpha President’s supposed ‘love triangle“.
I’m not sure what to say, not that I really even have much of a chance. Before I know it, I’m being bombarded with questions about my past with Arthur.
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The only good thing is night when those
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ems as though no one knows the actual story. Some of them ask if Arthur and I only just met last
ken, and others ask if we’ve known each other for longer.
trying to push my way back toward the street.
liar voice cuts through the din. “Move out of the way!”
muscular men in sleek black suits and dark sunglasses with earpieces in their ears moving toward me. Brian nd his face is as pale as if he’s just seen a ghost.
he away before I can even comprehend what’s happening, although I’m grateful. The crowd parts for the two rds like warm butter, and within mere moments, I’m sliding into the backseat of an awfully familiar car.
I
He nods, and he looks just as shocked as I am. Brian explains everything that happened at the Alpha gathering, and as he does, his expression morphs into guilt.
“I’m sorry, Iris,” he says, clasping my hands tightly between his own. “I just got so angry, and you know how much I care about you… I should have talked to him in private, not in front of all those people. But then his fiancee said those things about their ‘unshakable bond‘, and…”
There’s a brief silence after that. Brian looks like he’s not sure what to say, and my throat suddenly feels a little too constricted to
Truthfully, I feel… helpless. Arthur and I broke up five years ago, and I only came back to Ordan to further my art career. My visit to the city I used to love had nothing to do with him, or at least, it wasn’t supposed to.
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