"O.M.G!!! Look at them—don't they look perfect together?"
"Perfect? They look untouchable. The Millers are a dream."
The voices rose above the crowd like a chorus, echoing what the city already knew. On glowing billboards, on glittering screens, on every trending hashtag—the same names dominated the night: Christian and Ruby Miller.
Everywhere, Ruby's flawless smile was frozen in perfect poses—her delicate hand clutching Christian's arm, her glittering gown spilling across red carpets, her lips painted in the deepest crimson. Hashtags trended without pause.
She was not simply Ruby Wright anymore. She was Ruby Miller—the woman who had married into a dynasty and carved herself a throne in the empire of fame.
Four years ago, her marriage announcement had struck like lightning.
Fans had woken to a post: snippets of a private wedding, a gleaming marriage certificate, a single caption—Forever begins.
