Ava
The first thing that I noticed was the bright white light of the cameras: it was practically blinding as Chris and I stepped out of the car. Next, the sounds of hurried voices met my ears, people shouting frantically as though they were in competition for our attention.
“Chris! Over here!”
“Chris! Show us your new girlfriend!”
“Show us your dress!”
“Pose for us!”
I felt like a deer in headlights, my hand instinctively moving up to cover my eyes from the insanity of it all. But before I could, Chris’s steady hand was touching mine and gently lowering it.
Looking up, I was met with those familiar green eyes—like a light in a dizzying storm. Those eyes, combined with that incredibly steady hand of his, were enough to make my heart return to its normal rhythm. Or something close t
