Ari headed toward the entrance of the women’s boutique when flashes went off, nearly blinding her.

“How did you and Prince Grayson meet?” a reporter asked.

“Did you know that your sister is dying of leukemia?” another member of the paparazzi demanded.

A bodyguard was shielding her, helping her through the crowd that was quickly gathering. She had no idea where they came from. They were like roaches, sniffing out their next meal.

Her head snapped up. ...