The grand hotel doors swing open, and the tension hanging between them. Flashing cameras explode like fireworks, and a sea of reporters surges forward, voices overlapping in a storm of urgent questions.
Reporter 1: "Miss Vivienne Clarke, there are rumors circulating—who is this man beside you?"
Reporter 2: "Is this why you left the event early yesterday? Are you in a relationship?"
FL stands tall, her expression unreadable, but there’s a flicker of hesitation in her eyes. Before she can speak, her father steps forward, his voice firm and commanding.
Richard Clarke/FL DAD
There is no need for speculation. This man—Ethan—is my daughter’s fiancé.
The reporters go into a frenzy, questions flying from every direction.
Reporter 3: "Fiancé? This is unexpected! When did this happen?
Reporter 4: "Is this a love match or a strategic alliance?"
Evelyn Clarke/FL Mom
[Gently places a hand on FL’s arm, offering silent support, though concern lingers in her eyes.]
Vivienne Clarke/FL
[Finally speaking, her voice steady but distant.] This is the truth. Ethan and I are engaged.
Reporter 5: "Isn’t he just an office worker? How did this happen?"
Ethan/ML
[For the first time, he steps forward, his voice calm but firm.] It doesn’t matter where I come from. What matters is that I will stand by Vivienne and protect her.
For a moment, silence falls. The weight of his words lingers in the air, the intensity in his eyes making even the reporters hesitate. Then, the chaos resumes, but FL has heard enough.
Vivienne Clarke/FL
"This just became real."
Ethan/ML
[Looking straight ahead, his voice almost a whisper.] “It always was.”
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