“So far I have no solid ns, but I want to get a job or an internship,” I replied smoothly before presenting a confident smile to the camera.


    “We’ve heard rumors that Nick Dunesgate asked you out, but you turned him down. Is this true?” another reporter asked as he shoved a microphone in front of my face.


    Nick is a very popr movie star that had starred in many blockbuster sesses recently. It was true that he did ask me out and it was also true that I turned him down immediately. The reason was simple. It was in obvious that he would ask me out sooner orter. After all, I am the step-cousin and probably the closest person to Zak Rosenhall, the biggest and most sessful movie producer in the industry. That’s right, Zak sponsored and produced all the films he starred in that gave him fame.


    Dating a guy to help him progress his career is not my cup of tea. Plus, Zak would hate that for obvious reasons.


    “I’ll leave you to ask Nick about that…” I replied vague as I faked a blush and batted my long eyshes at the camera. I decided to give Nick some limelight all for the sake of promoting Zak’s new movie.


    “We heard that your family is looking to expand into medical tourism, what do you think about that?” another male report with ginger-colored hair asked as he shoved his way through the crowd of reporters.


    In response, Zak’s bodyguards stepped forward with arms wide open to retrain the crowd from getting any closer to me. Zak, just like other key Rosenhall family members, takes security really seriously. Although this was not arge event like the other red-carpet events that we usually attended, he had enlisted almost ten bodyguards to follow us around.


    “I think it makes good logical business sense. The medical tourism industry is fast-growing, and it will allow us to utilize our internationalwork as well,” I answered professionally with a confident smile, knowing full well that my business view was thest thing the reporter was getting at.


    If he wanted to know if I was arranged to date or marry someone in the hotel industry, he would have to wait and see. Honestly, it was highly feasible but fortunately, I have not heard any of those ns from the elders yet. Marrying for love wasn’t something anyone in the Rosenhall family could afford to do…except perhaps for when Lucien married my mother.


    “Oh my god! Mister Zak…Sir! Sir…this way!” a tall reporter screamed at the top of his lung as he spotted Zak. Yes, the real celebrity is here.


    At Zak’s appearance all attention shifted towards him. I sighed internally as I started to rx. Finally, they were leaving me alone. Thanks to Zak and his well-time appearance. He undoubtedly did that to rescue from all those reporters.


    I watched as bodyguards fended off the crowd of reporter as they started to get too close to Zak. Zak stood handsome and proud as he answered all the questions shot at him calmly. Dealing with the press came naturally like breathing for Zak and so did the ability to look deliciously handsome in all photos.Belongs ? to N?velDrama.Org.


    “That is enough questions. Please back off,” a low booming voice from the head bodyguard dered before the guard pushed back the crowd of reporter. Parting the crowd to make a pathway for Zak and I to slip through, after all, we had a prom to attend tonight.


    …


    Finally, we had the luxury to enjoy some privacy inside the venue. Zak gave me some personal space as he watched me from a distance as I chatted and danced with my ssmates and friends. Calling them friends might be a little bit of a stretch since most of them were ‘friends’ with me simply because I was a Rosenhall and it seemed like whether they liked it or not, I was going to be a Rosenhall for a long time into the future.


    The high-society is a very small and close knittedmunity. I knew everyone there was to know in our age group and they knew me as well. We probably attended the same school at some point and then the same university. I would never forget what they did to me when I first became a Rosenhall around ten years ago after I was adopted by Lucien Rosenhall after he married my mother.


    Iughed along to a conversation although I had no idea what it was about. My attention was focused on the entrance as I watched and waited for Lucien’s arrival. After a few dances with some of my male ssmates, there seemed to be some ruckus outside.


    “If you will excuse me, I need a breath of fresh air,” I told my dance partner politely. He nodded with understanding before asking me if I was alright.


    After I had reassured him that I was fine and that he didn’t need to apany me, I managed to excuse myself and head to the front door of the venue where it seemed like something was going on.


    Peering through therge entrance door, my suspicions were confirmed. There wasrge crowd of reporters and cameramen pushing towards a very tall and handsome man dress elegantly in a dark grey tuxedo. More than ten bodyguards were busy at their job, fending off the aggressive reporter who pushed in, trying to get their question answered.


    I stifled a smile and a smallugh as the man’s striking emerald, green eyes met mine and narrowed in recognition.


    “Wee, Lucien,” I mouthed silently to him. The man I had been waiting for all night had finally arrived.


    He shed me a smile before turning back to address the reporters. I could see his effort to deal with all the press as soon as possible so that we could spend time together. Lucien was quitete but the reporters waited to catch some time with him. They correctly anticipated that Lucien would be joining my graduation party.


    –To be continued…