Page 132 of The Bodyguard

Instead, it’s the Golden Globes.

After the media ran the story about me being shot by my assistant who was obsessed with Nick, and speculated about us being a love triangle, I decided to attend the awards evening on my own.

Being associated with him as a potential lover now is tarnished.

Michelle agreed.

“You do. You look amazing.” Michelle says, taking photo after photo.

“Thank you, everyone.” I turn to my team.

Ricco, Luis, Kali, Briar, and Ellie are all there, holding glasses of champagne as we take in all their hours and hours of hard work.

My long dark hair is twisted to the side and spiraling over the chiffon. My makeup is natural but glamorous and my nails are glossy with a slight blue sparkle in them.

On my feet are a pair of white Christian Louboutin with a pale blue sole.

That’s right.

Powder blue to match my dress. The French designer created a line just for me and they’ll be releasing it tomorrow after the Golden Globes.

Aidan and Marshall stand behind me, waiting to escort us into the limousine outside.

Speaking of, I can’t believe Briar knows Aidan.

I overheard them having a tense conversation yesterday, so I had to ask if everything was okay.

She was forced to confess, I suppose.

“We knew each other a long time ago.” Her eyes clouded over as she spoke.

“Like, knew each other?”

“We dated. It didn’t work. The end,” Briar said.

Oh.

“If it's uncomfortable that he’s around...”

“No. It’s fine. We’ve both moved on. He’s... no,” she’d replied and since then they both seem to just ignore each other.

I’ve been focused on getting my life back together. The day my mother and sister visited, I sat listening to them as I patted Max, feeling completely disconnected emotionally.

“How are you feeling?” Mom asked. “Gosh, we were worried.”

I nodded.

“I can’t believe she did that,” Ivy said.

“Just terrible. You know, Savannah, if this happens again, or something more serious, we have no idea how to deal with any of your”—she glanced around the large living room of my mansion—“affairs. So we should talk about it.”

And there it was.

“I have people who will do that,” I said flatly.

“Well,” she scoffed. “I’m your mother. Unless you’re married, that should be up to your father and me.”

Nope.

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