His Fake Fiancee
Taking her jaw in both my hands, I press my lips to hers, prompting even more camera shutters to sound over the symphony.
In a whirlwind of time, we're hand in hand, splitting the crowd in two. Congratulations are on the lips of every couple we pass, all except Sterling’s and his red-headed date’s, who eye us with thin slits. But we pay them no mind, finally breaking through the crowd.
Hannah leans into me. "You could've at least warned me."
"I wanted you to be surprised." I regret the words the instant they come out, knowing how she'll respond. But it's true. Those pictures are the most important proof we got. It's no doubt we'll be the head of tech news—hell, all gossip news.