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As soon as Xavier spoke, the room went wild, polite claps from the employees who recognized me, shocked gasps from the investors who'd been expecting something entirely different, and a flurry of camera flashes that turned the ballroom into a dazzling storm of light.
Why did I agree to this again?
Questions came flying at us like confetti made of anxiety:
"When did this happen?"
"Is this really official?"
"When's the wedding?"
And, from a particularly bold reporter way in the back, "Isn't the Fairchild family known for marrying up?"
I just stood there, frozen on that little stage, my hand still locked in Xavier's, grinning so broadly my cheeks ached while my brain screamed that teleportation should be a standard omega superpower by now.
I had no clue who to respond to first, so I kept waving like a fool on a parade float, secretly wishing the ground would open up and swallow me whole.
