Paparazzi flooded the entrance of the gala party. Blake sighed as he got down from the car and came to open the door for me. Thank God, we have escorts, they quickly rushed to us as I got down from the car and we walked side to side. They protected us as we walked to the door.

'How did you meet?'

'Who made the first impression?'

'Have you moved on already?'

'When did you marry?'

'You married secretly, right?'

These were the questions the reporters were asking us but we kept on walking.

If anyone tells me I would actually be in this position where the guards will be protecting...