Ella POV
“Ready?” I asked.
“Always,” Alexander replied with a confident smile.
We stepped out of the car, and before we’d even closed the door, the flash of cameras erupted like a lightning storm. I hadn’t expected such a large crowd of reporters at this event, though I’d prepared for the possibility of a few.
Alexander placed his arm around my waist, steady and protective, and raised his hand in a casual, friendly gesture toward the press. There was a barricade keeping them from rushing the sidewalk, but that didn’t stop them from shouting questions at us.
I kept a polite smile on my face as we walked slowly toward the entrance. The public’s interest in our wedding was still at a fever pitch, and most of the questions I could make out were related to that.
“Why didn’t
