MELISSA’S POV

The car rolled to a smooth stop in front of the glowing entrance of the five-star restaurant, and I let out a slow breath as the camera flashes began before I even stepped out.

Of course they were here.

Media. Paparazzi. Bloggers. Flashes lighting up the night like a firework show.

“Xavier,” I murmured as I glanced out the window, “I hope you're ready for every headline tomorrow screaming: ‘Golden Couple Steals the Night.’”

He smirked without looking at me. “I ...