Lana tightened her grip around Thomas's arm.
The flashes were relentless.
Every few seconds another burst of white light exploded before her eyes.
"Smile," Thomas murmured beside her.
"I am smiling."
"You look terrified."
"I am terrified."
His laughter was swallowed by another wave of photographers shouting names.
"Thomas!"
"This way!"
"Mr. Specter!"
"Miss Pearson!"
Lana's stomach flipped.
The fact that some of them actually knew her name only made things worse.
She kept her smile frozen in place while trying not to trip on her dress.
The elegant navy gown she and Lena had spent hours choosing suddenly felt like armor.
Necessary armor.
Because every step deeper into this world reminded her how far she had come from the life she once knew.
Finally they crossed the entrance
