Rosaline POV.
The papparazi still follow us. Zach opened the door for me and four men in black suits came towards us to cover us from the paparazzi. The paparrazi still throw a lot of question on us.
"Mr Zachary when is the wedding?"
"We even heard that you had been married a year ago. Is it true?"
Zach stopped there. My face was buried in his chest. When he didn't move I looked at him. He was looking at me. He motioned his two bodyguards to cover me up from the paparrazi. I looked at Zach.
"Why aren't you coming?". I questioned him. He just look at me and didn't reply. He motioned his bodyguards and the other thing I know is I'm in the hotel.
I throw my heels and sat on the couch. My hands in my hair. What the hell just happened? It was just a joke. How does it become so serious?.
