The next morning dawned too quickly, and Aurora Sage found herself walking alongside Logan Mason into the lion's den of his world—the film set.
The air buzzed with a kind of chaos she wasn't used to. Paparazzi had gathered at the barricades, shouting Logan's name, their cameras snapping like weapons. Aurora kept her face neutral, her hair tucked behind her ear, but the flashes still caught her in every angle, cementing her image as the mysterious woman at Logan Mason's side.
Logan, of course, thrived in the attention. Dressed in casual designer wear, sunglasses pushed into his hair, he wore arrogance like a second skin. Every gesture was deliberate, a performance in itself. When a fan screamed his name, he turned with that lethal smile—the one that melted screens and toppled box office numbers.
