Entertain Me
“I’m sorry for asking this again…but…can you please make sure that no one publishes anything too questioning about our son…” I whispered to Edward desperately as I squeezed his large hand.
I felt very insecure about our son. The truth didn’t matter as much as how he would feel if he grew up and saw the things written about him. Words of speculations were unkind…at best.
“Don’t worry, I’ll get someone to handle it,” Edward said as he squeezed my hand back reassuringly.
I smiled at him in thanks, and we reverted to our public mode as we continued to network with our acquittances and business partners.
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“That drained so much energy from me. My back, legs and feet hurt from walking around too much in high heels…I feel like an old woman…” I complained once we were in the limousine on our way back.
“You’re making me feel a little bad for dragging you here…” Edward muttered before chuckling a little.