CHAPTER NINE

I don't know what I expected to find, but it certainly isn't the hundreds of reporters and photographers standing outside Giancarlo and taking pictures. I stare at them from inside the building not knowing what to do. What do they want?

"You should go out and speak to them, Natalie," Hailey says.

"How can I? What would I say? How do they even know I'm here?"

I go back to my office upstairs while Hailey tries to get them to leave. When they wouldn't budge, I finally succumbed and put a call through to Brandon. He makes it to Giancarlo in less than an hour, and somehow, manages to push through the crowd of reporters and get into my office, where I'm sitting on the sofa with Hailey.

"What do they want?" I ask as soon I see him.

He puts one hand in his pocket and runs the other through his midnight dark hair. "To speak to you. This happens now and then."

"Why?"

"Why?" He throws his hands upward and continues. "You just married one of the most eligible bachelors in Seattle. Of