(Elena P.O.V)

The next morning, after I was ready for the day, I heard my phone go off. I pick it up and see I have a message from Xavier.

*Can you come to my place? We need to talk about how to deal with the press and stuff like that. And if we decide to take it further, we're going to need to have a press conference and, of course, up the security around you. And from my house, we can directly head to the charity party. Let's say in half an hour at my place, address information is on your phone.

XOXOX Xavier*

I laugh at his formal...