Tell Us Something We Don’t Know About Celine!

Celine Montgomery Pov

The lights were blinding. The sound of the crowd clapping filled the room with so much energy. Backstage, I was busy changing my clothes, putting on a little makeup, and fixing my hair. I wasn’t used to high heels, but I had to wear them today.

Still, the height difference between me and Enzo didn’t bother me at all. I never cared about what other people think is perfect. I accept myself just the way I am. Besides, who needs perfection in a world where only the strongest survive?

When we stepped onto the stage, the welcome was huge. I stood beside him, waving to the crowd with a confident smile. Most of the questions were about our music tour: where we went, the parties we attended, and the songs we released. The interview was going smoothly until that one question came up. The one I knew would cause trouble.

"Enzo, tell us something we don’t know about Celine!" the host asked with a sneaky grin.

I looked at Enzo, feeling suspicious. He pretended to think for a second. Then that annoying smirk appeared on his face, making his eyes shine with mischief.

"Hmm... well, I’ll tell you a secret about her."

I went stiff. "I’m warning you, Enzo!"

But he ignored my warning completely. "This morning, she threatened me!"

I gasped, then burst out laughing while trying to hide how embarrassed I was. "Enzo!"

The host laughed loudly. "What?! You have to tell us now!"

The crowd clapped, waiting for the tea.

"She can’t stop stealing my jackets!" he said with a laugh. He threw his arm around my shoulder in a casual way, like he was talking to one of his bros instead of me.

The crowd laughed, and the host looked surprised. "Wow... is that true, Celine?!"

I sighed before answering with a clever smile. "He’s always calling me bro, dude, or friend! Enzo, I’m a girl, you have to accept that! And yes, I steal his jackets all the time. I do the same to Matt and Alex from the crew. They have great jackets, and they’re so comfy!"

I gave him a little poke with my elbow. I raised my eyebrow at him in a way no one else noticed, but he got the message immediately. He quietly moved his arm away from me.

The host laughed again. "Time for revenge, Celine! Tell us something we don’t know about Enzo Romano!"

I pretended to think, then I smirked. "Oh, that’s too easy!"

I turned to the audience. "We’re always looking for him backstage during filming, and it’s always the same thing! We open the dressing room door only to find him passed out on the couch!"

The crowd exploded with laughter. I stuck my tongue out at him playfully.

He shook his head, laughing but looking a bit red in the face. "I’m just exhausted! Working all the time and not sleeping makes anyone tired! I’m still wondering how this girl keeps her energy up all day!"

The host smiled and nodded. "It must be really hard, especially on a tour like this."

The clapping started again as the fans cheered.

"Well, let's talk about your tour in Canada... you surprised everyone with an amazing dance together. It was totally unexpected, especially since Enzo hates dancing!"

I laughed softly as he looked at me with a mix of challenge and embarrassment.

"Oh, yeah... that was entirely her idea." He pointed at me. "She said the fans would love to see me do something different, so we did that dance Valentino choreographed."

I smiled with a little bit of victory. I waved to the crowd. But behind all the fun, no one knew the whole truth.

"Will we see that dance at the end of the week in New York?" the host asked, waiting for my answer.

I smiled and put my finger to my lips to keep it a secret. "We have many surprises, but we don't want to spoil them."

"Can you give us a little taste of the dance right now?"

I traded a quick look with Enzo. I shrugged my shoulders and smiled.

"Why not? But just a small part... we don't want to ruin the surprise!"

I stood up, smoothing out my long black dress with sleeves that reached my elbows.

He stepped close to me. I turned my back to him. I felt the heat of his body when he touched my shoulders. It wasn't easy. Being this close to him still made me feel a weird kind of nervous. But it was part of the show. We both knew that controlling our feelings was part of the performance.

The movements started to match the music. I moved gracefully, then reached my hand out to him. He pulled me in with strength. His fingers brushed lightly against my cheek. I pulled my face away from him as part of the dance before we moved apart again.

We finished the performance when he lifted me up high. He spun me around in the air before setting me down gently. My body slid down against his until my feet touched the floor. For a second, my head rested on his chest. I could feel his heartbeat.

When we stepped away, the smile was still on my face. We bowed to the crowd, and the room exploded with cheering and applause.

"Wow! That was incredible!" the host said, clapping wildly.

He laughed, trying to avoid the question, and the mood stayed fun and light.

Despite everything, maybe... we actually enjoyed this interview. But when I looked away, I caught a pair of sharp eyes watching me. It was Michael.

He has been in charge of me since the first day I entered his life. He keeps me away from every man. But this job and this fame were necessary. I had to do this to find out more about the Mafia leader who is hiding in the entertainment world.

I can practically smell the fire coming off Michael. He came yesterday and left his work, but right now, he is angry as hell!