The Media Frenzy

Anna

"Mr Grayson! My Grayson!"

"Mark! Mark!"

The paparazzi quickly rushed towards us as soon as I stepped out of the car. I squinted my eyes, covering my face from the camera flashes as Mark took my hand leading me toward the entrance of the hotel,

"Who is the beautiful girl on your arm tonight?",

"Are you two dating? What about Mia?"

Mark ignored their questions and continued walking towards the entrance until we reached the bouncer.

This was a high profile party and according to protocol, each person at the party had to check in their invite before gaining admission into the building.

As we waited for the bouncer to check our names on the invite list, the sound of camera shutters made my head spin. I tried to shift my gaze away, but everywhere I turned, there was a camera crew taking pictures of us.

As a heavy breath escaped my lips, I closed my eyes, trying to find an escape. I'd become so conscious of the whispers and murmurs from the other party guests, the girls who doted on Mar