Post Honeymoon Package

Eve stepped out of the same private jet which had months ago flew them from Paris after a sham of a honeymoon.

But this time, she was smiling and glowing more than ever, with Alessandro by her side, his hand resting on her waist as though it had always belonged there.

And she felt right with his touch, as comfortable as she did in her own skin.

She leaned into him as their boxes were rolled behind them, her eyes glinting with so much happiness that it came as a shock when they were suddenly surrounded by reporters.

"Welcome from your vacation, what do you have to say about the multiple pictures of you in the streets of Paris?"

"You stayed off social media throughout your vacation, would you like to comment on that?"

"Is it true that you got married again..."

Well, there went a bitter dose of reality. Microphones were pushed into their faces, camera lights attempting to blind them.

Just when Eve thought she might collapse from all those lights, she was spun around, her face buried in