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We head out the door and then to the elevator, standing there awkwardly as we wait for it to come up to take us down.

"Are you nervous?" he asks me as we step inside.

"You mean because of the gala or because of all the press that is going to be there and the act we're going to have to put on? Yeah, I am super nervous. I don't know how I'm going to convince anyone that I love you."

"Yeah, me either." He makes a face. "Like, I hope people believe that I'm in love, but..."

"Yeah, why would you be in love with someone like me?" I say quickly, my feelings hurt.

"No, that's not what I mean. I mean, I've been a confirmed bachelor for a long time and, well, it's going to seem fast to people."

"Yeah, I guess so." I shrug. I can't help but feel hurt. We exit into the lobby, and the driver opens the door for us as we get into the back of the limo. We're silent on the way to the gala, but as soon as we step out, the cameras are on us. He grabs me around the waist and pulls me towards him. "Hi, guys," he shouts out to the photographers and the camera people. "This is my fiancée, Sabrina Fillmore. I would love everyone to get to know her. We're in love, and we want the world to know it."

"This way, Wes. This way, Sabrina." People are shouting at us, and I feel completely overwhelmed. I've never been on a red carpet like this before, and then he swoops me back, looks into my eyes, and leans down to kiss me. It's the most fantastic kiss I've ever received from him. His tongue enters my mouth, and I kiss him passionately, holding on to his head. His eyes are sparkling as they gaze into mine. I feel his hand in the small of my back.

"I love you," he says, his eyes shining bright. "I love you so much, Sabrina." I stare back at him, my heart racing.

"I love you, too," I say. I reach over and touch his chest, and I can feel his heart racing. "I love everything about you." He grins, and I remember that the cameras are on us.

"Wes, Sabrina, can we get an interview? This is Access Hollywood and..."

"No interviews," he says, shaking his head. "This way." He leads me down the red carpet, holding my hand and squeezing. "You look so beautiful. You look like a model or an actress," he says, leaning over and kissing me on the cheek. "How I love thee," he says.

"Wes, can we get an interview? We're here with Entertainment Tonight. We understand that this is your new fiancée. Sabrina, what's your last name?"

"Fillmore," I say.

"Sabrina Fillmore, when did you?—"

"No interviews. We'll speak to the press tomorrow," he says. "Tonight, we just want to enjoy the gala." We continue going until we turn a corner, and the cameras are no longer there. He steps back and lets go of my hand. He runs his fingers through his hair and shakes his head. "How do you feel?"

"I feel like I'm floating," I say honestly. "Like I am in a fairy tale." My heart is racing, and I gaze up at him. I love this man somuch, and I just don't know if it's possible to love someone any more than I do him.

"You could win an Oscar," he says, grinning at me.

"What?" I blink at him in confusion.

"I said, you could fucking win an Oscar. You even me had me fooled." He grins. "Great job, Sabrina."

"Oh, yeah. Thanks. You, too. I mean, anyone would think we were really in love."

"In love," he says, throwing his head back, laughing. "I guess maybe we will get best actress and best actor award." He shakes his head. "What do you think?"

"Yeah," I say, my heart breaking. "I think that's very, very possible."

Chapter Twenty-Six

Wes

There's something about mourning that makes me feel like the day is full of possibilities, especially now that Sabrina is here with me. The gala went amazingly, and I felt like I was living the life of my dreams, only I wasn't really sure what was real and what wasn't. I love Sabrina, and everything I said was real, but I know she is still trying to get out of living with me. I know she is doing her utmost to annoy me—not every day or every moment, but enough that I know she doesn't want to actually be here with me. That saddens me.

I roll over in the bed and watch her as she sleeps. Her hair is falling over her face, and I reach over and brush it to the side. Her eyes flutter open, and she gazes at me with a small smile. "Morning," she says.

"Morning." I look at her. "How are you feeling?"

"Good." She nods slowly. "I'm still a little tired. I may sleep in."

"That's fine. You don’t have to work today, right?"

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