We finished getting dressed, took everything we thought we would need, and off we went, looking like a happy couple. Christian at the wheel, me in the passenger seat, and my children in their seats in the back.

"How did you know the company is full of journalists?" I ask suspiciously, right now everything seems like a plan of his.

"The doorman called me."

"What are we going to do now, Christian? I don't like all this fuss! If I had known you were so famous, I wouldn't have gotten you into this," I say, truly convinced of it, I should have found out first before proposing this to him....