Claire
I stared at the blank screen of my phone, battling in my mind on what to do. Since the news about Giancarlo and I started flying around, I hadn't logged into my social media accounts.
The hoarde of paparazzi I had to push through last night gave me PTSD and made me dread the amount of people I'll have on my social media. At least I didn't need to go to work since Giancarlo owns the company I work for. I wouldn't be able to deal with coming up with a lie or going regardless, supposing I wasn't working for his firm.
“Oh God! How could I be so stupid to propose to a complete stranger on impulse?” I whined to myself as my hand slumped on the bed, my head collapsing into the pillow.
“At least let me take my phone off flight mode.”
I turned on the screen of my phone and tapped on it, putting off the flight mode. I feared my phone would somehow be hoarded with calls so I placed it on flight mode the moment we came back from the restaurant.
It wasn't up to a minute when my phone
