Chapter 12

I am really sorry. Damien had said he was sorry.

For shame? Or was she sorry that the media thought we were engaged?

He gave me a hug and walked towards the taxi stand.

I looked at him, remembering the confusing mix of emotions that had hit me when

first saw the tabloid article. Shock and humiliation, yes, but also a stranger and

pleasant pride. As if I enjoyed being engaged to Damien, and wishing the

world knew about it.

“Theresa? — it was the reporter, invading my personal space. - How long...

"Sorry, no comment." I gave him a pale imitation of Damien's smile.

My father had moved to my side and I grabbed his arm.

"Let's get out of here," Dad said.

"Theresa, you could have at least told us that…" Merilee began.

"Later," I said.

- She is right. “Dad put himself between me and the reporter. "Please leave my

family at peace. We have nothing to say. ’ He loomed over the much younger man,

looking bigger and almost fierce.

“All I want is—” the reporter began .

“You won't get it from us.

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