Freya’s Pov

We arrived at the venue, me and Artemis hand in hand. They were posse of photographers, ready to take pictures and documentaries. As we came down I and Artemis interlocked hands.

I was grateful for Artemis taking hold of my hand because with the amount of paparazzi my knees buckled and grew weak. I tried not to look at any camera and plastered a smile that seemed original and tender enough.

When we were inside a sigh of relief washed over me.

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