Chapter 17 Playing The Role

• Clara adjusted the strap of her gown, her stomach twisting as she stepped out of the limousine. The flash of cameras nearly blinded her, the rapid-fire clicks of paparazzi capturing every movement. Ethan’s hand rested possessively at the small of her back, his grip firm but not gentle.
• “Smile,” he murmured under his breath.
• She obeyed, pasting on an expression of poise she barely felt as they entered the grand ballroom. Chandeliers sparkled overhead, reflecting off the marble floors and gilded décor.