The driver packs.

The press is standing around the company taking pictures at random.

I stepped out of the car moving straight in, without looking at anyone. Riding away from Andrew.

"Miss. Grace!."

Andrew's father stops me at the entrance to take some pictures with the press.

Andrew stood by my left, his dad to my right.

He slightly passes his hands around my waist.

"Smile!."

He turns whispering in my ear

I smile, then stand at the tips of my feet to reach his ears,

"Go to hell!."

I whispered back grinding my teeth.

Faking a smile at the press as I gently roll back, waving at the crowd...