She flashed a bright smile, waving at the crowd, and the screams grew deafening. The paparazzi, “actual paparazzi” surged forward, their cameras flashing like a storm of lightning.
“Kourtney, over here!” one shouted.
“Give us a smile, Kourtney!” another called.
She turned slightly, striking a subtle pose without even thinking about it.
Okay, maybe she was quickly getting the hang of this celebrity thing.
Her bodyguards formed a tight circle around her, their faces stern and professional as they scanned the crowd. But she didn’t feel caged, instead, Kourtney felt a rush of gratitude for them, and for Sebastian.
She thought he might probably be watching this on some security feed right now, smirking like the possessive man he is. Her heart fluttered at the image.
As she made her way toward the glass doors of Skyline Events, the bodyguards keeping the crowd at bay, she caught sight of her reflection in the building’s windows.
She looked… different.
Not just because of the outfit or how
