“I suggest holding a press conference,” Gabriel said. “You should make a statement before the rumors get out of hand. Be forthright about the arrangement—but frame it properly so it doesn’t continue to backfire.”
Alexander nodded. “A press conference. Yes, that could work.” He glanced at me. “Of course, you’ll need to be there, too.”
I blanched, feeling the warmth suddenly drain from my face. “Me? At a press conference?”
“Yes, you,” he replied curtly, already picking up his phone. “This involves both of us. The public will want to see us together.”
“But I’ve never done anything like that before,” I protested weakly. “I wouldn’t know what to say or how to act. I’d just make things worse.”
“You’ll be fine. Just follow my lead and smile.”
Alexander and Gabriel left to
