Lena’s POV“Hey Joe,” I greeted and waved, walking into Glenwood Express, the convenience store by Sydney’s house.I was on my way to her flat so I could spill the news about my blind engagement. Sydney was my best friend. We shared a few classes together at university and had been close ever since. Whenever I needed to unwind, I’d take a cab across town to Bridgeburn and visit with her. There were less paparazzi where she lived and I knew I’d be safe from tapped phones and bugged radios. I’d been to the convenience store by Syd’s place so many times, I became friends with all the workers. Joe waved back without looking and I smiled as I drifted over to the candy aisle. I browsed a few snack sections casually before settling on a big bag of potato crisps and a couple of candy bars. I carried my goodies over to the counter as Joe lazily stood from his stool in a corner behind the register. He cleared his throat and grunted while he scanned all the items. Joe was your typical mar
Lena’s POVMy father and mother came with me to meet him. We had landed in D.C. the night before the meeting and stayed in a private suite at a nearby hotel. I was a complete wreck on the morning of. I sweat through two outfits before finally settling on an all-black dress that wouldn’t show moisture.“You look so beautiful,” my mother noted, admiring me in the elevator mirror as we rode it down to the lobby of the hotel. “Caledon Booker better count his blessings. I think he’s just landed the jackpot.”“Now, Charlotte,” my father chided her. “Let’s not go putting fanciful ideas in the girl’s head.”“Oh, what’s a little confidence going to do?” she replied, brushing off his comment. “I’ve got two of the prettiest daughters in London, and I want them to know it.”My mother pressed her forehead against mine as the elevator dinged open. We all stepped out and headed for the car that was just outside waiting for us. My father held the door for us as we climbed into the backseat. “
Media POV“This just in, Caledon Booker, son to Vice President Edward Booker, is reportedly in a new relationship with Eleanor Harris. Eleanor is the eldest daughter to Arthur Harris, the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom,” Samantha Waters said to the camera at the Channel Five news station. “We’ll be right back with more details about the couple’s secret love life after the break.”“And we’re off,” Matt Withers, the news director, called from off screen. “We’ve got ninety seconds, people. Look alive.”A team of makeup and hair stylists came rushing to Samantha’s side to powder and primp her during the commercial break. They smoothed out her crimson red hair and reapplied her lipstick while Samantha tried her best not to move. She read through her notes of the breaking story while they blotted away at her face. “What a pig,” Samantha scowled, rolling her eyes as she read.“Let me guess, you slept with him,” Jake Mitchell, Samantha’s co-anchor chimed in, swiveling his chair tow
Lena’s POVAfter the exhausting press event, both of our parents—to our surprise—agreed that I should return to Cal’s place with him so we could get to know one another better. Despite Cal’s calm demeanor, the whole thing still made me queasy when I thought about it too long, and the feeling only intensified when he opened the door to his condo.Cal’s place was nice. I didn’t expect it to be so clean. He struck me as the kind of man that wouldn’t care about such things. Not that he’d be dirty; just preoccupied with other things. “Make yourself at home,” Cal said, clearly and visibly as uncomfortable as I was. “I’ll go prepare your room for you.”“Room?” I asked, a little surprised. “You don’t mind sleeping separately?”I didn’t really know what I was expecting, but I assumed we’d sleep in the same bed for the illusion of it all. “If it’s alright with you, I’d like to get to know you a little more,” Cal replied, turning toward me. “Of course,” I agreed, smiling to myself as he
Cal’s POVI woke up to a naked Lena in my arms and a crook in my neck. I winced as I moved, realizing we were still on the couch. Then my mind flooded with regret. What had I done? I tried to slide my arm from under her body so I could sneak away. To my dismay, she awoke when I touched her. “Morning,” I said, trying to be nice. “Oh, god, my head,” she groaned, sitting up. She covered her breasts with one hand.“I know,” I nodded, rising from the couch. “I haven’t drank that much in a while.”“I don’t think I’ve ever drank that much,” Lena admitted, hardly making eye contact with me. It was clear she was feeling the same way I did. Her body language was stiff and reserved as she looked at me again. We needed to make this right. “Look, about last night—” I began, sliding a leg into my pants. “You don’t have to say anything,” Lena interjected, reaching for her blouse. “We were both drunk. It’s fine. It was a mistake, and won’t happen again.”I nodded. “Okay,” I answered.I
Lena’s POV“Shoulders back,” my mother chastised as we waited behind the curtain of the stage in the conference room.The three of us, including Cal, were waiting behind the stage for our cue. Cal’s father felt it was important now that we had made our relationship public and two weeks had passed since, that we should have another press event—this time in a more intimate, personal setting—to talk about how this will impact our political relationships going forward.And my father agreed, so no one else was going to disrupt that, no matter how much the idea of another public appearance—another reminder of this chosen lifestyle—made me want to vomit. “Mother, please,” I whispered, swatting her hand away as she went to fix my hair. “Lena, I’m only trying to help,” she fussed. “Would you two stop bickering?” my father cursed under his breath. “We’re going to be called on any minute. Mind your tones.” Just then, a young gentleman dressed in a tailored blue suit popped his head out
Media POV Jake and Samantha were already deep into the morning broadcast when the news came in. Jake covered his mouth as he read the message on his phone. “What are you gasping at?” Samantha asked. She pulled out a compact mirror from behind the anchor desk and applied a new coat of lipstick. “The memo that just came in,” Jake said, still somewhat surprised. “Apparently, Eleanor Harris and Caledon Booker are engaged.”“What? Let me see that,” Samantha demanded, snatching Jake’s phone from his hands. “Oh. My. God.”“Hey! Give me it back,” Jake exclaimed, grabbing his phone. After the first press event, Jake had a feeling ‘America’s sweethearts’ as the media had dubbed them, weren’t telling the entire story. But he didn’t think this was it. Just then, the sound of a door slamming echoed through the newsroom.“Sam, Jake, did you see the memo?” Matt asked almost instantly and earnestly. “Just got it,” Jake replied, holding up his phone. “They’re engag
Cal's POVWhen I woke up the house was silent.I rolled over in bed, groaning to myself. It felt like I hadn't slept much at all. The press conference had already got me worked up and then with the news leaking…Lena was heartbroken, and out of anger, we got into another argument.Then she had the nerve to compare me to my father and ask if I was putting on an act…if this was all a campaign to smear her and her family’s reputation. I didn’t know how she could think that of me…but then I thought about it more and realized, I hadn’t given her much to go off of, had I?The idea didn't sit right with me and I swung my feet over the edge of the bed. The clock on my bedside table told me that it was nearly six in the morning.That should be just enough time to squeeze in a gym session before our planned appearances around the city today; the ones we orchestrated before the news spilled.Let’s just say, neither of our families were happy about it—my father b