Theodore POV
I held Dahlia's hand stiffly, walking into the main function room, and gritting my teeth. While she had made a decent effort to dress up for the gala, she still looked like she had overdone it. Everything about her, from the long glittering black cocktail gown to the overly smoky makeup was designed to have men look at her. It screamed attention. I preferred the more subtle, natural look to this, streetwalker shebang. However, I was forced to plaster a smile on my face and pretend that everything was fine, as the media swarmed around us to take photographs, wanting a picture of the newlywed couple and their first public outing together as husband and wife. I wanted to roll my eyes in exasperation, even as Dahlia lapped it up, smiling prettily for the cameras and even pressing
