Ava hadn’t even made it to the lobby before it happened.

The elevator doors slid open, and instead of the quiet hall she expected, a swarm of flashing cameras and microphones greeted her. Reporters surged forward like vultures, their voices overlapping in a chaotic blur.

“Ms. Hart! Is it true you spent the night with Ethan Wolfe?” “Were you his date to the gala or his conquest?” “Did he buy you that dress you wore last night?”

Her breath caught. Her chest tightened.

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