married for show
"Smile for the cameras. Hold my arm. Let me handle Julian. He's a parasite."
Ruby offered a dazzling, fake smile to a flashing camera lens before cutting her eyes to me. "Please, Alex. I survived New York high society elites trying to step on my family for years. I can handle a French parasite."
We slipped into the grand courtyard, immediately swarmed by European aristocrats and wealthy heirs. The atmosphere was dripping with Gossip Girl style tension—smiling faces, expensive champagne, and whispered daggers behind laced fans.
"Alexander! As I live and breathe," a slick, condescending voice called out.