“What’s it like to date a prince?”
“Any comment on the pictures—” The rest of the question was lost in the cacophony of voices.
Hannah’s stride paused for a second. I squeezed her hand in support, and she squeezed it back. It felt like the longest walk, butten meters later we were safely inside the casino, leaving the shouts and most of the camera flashes behind.
“Wow, is it always like that?” Hannah panted like she’d run a race. Or more likely held her breath while everyone and their brother took her picture.
“No, that was in your honor. But I think we can relax. Now that they’ve got their picture of us together, the mayhem should abate some.”
“Do you know what they meant about pictures? What pictures?”
“I don’t know,mon chou,but there’s no point in worrying about it right now. Whatever it is, it’s out there. We can fix it tomorrow. Tonight we play.”
