_Author’s POV_
Outside the hall, a throng of reporters eagerly awaited their targets, cameras at the ready.
The night air was electric with anticipation, flashes already going off sporadically.
Among them, George, Zarelle’s date of the night, was surrounded by a swarm of flashing cameras that created a constellation of light.
As the recipient of the grand prize that night, he had become immensely popular, and the reporters were wary of losing their chance to interview him.
“George, I’m asking this on behalf of your fans, tell us what kind of girl you’re into,” a reporter shouted above the cacophony of voices.
George, who had recently debuted and garnered a legion of fangirls, knew that any response he gave would make headlines by morning.
Caught off guard by the dire
