Chapter 182
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve arranged a photoshoot and interview. For both of us.”
I blink at him, stunned. “A photoshoot? You mean… like for a magazine?” My mind flits back to all of the magazine covers with
Arthur and Selina–the perfect poses, the pretty smiles, the flawless makeup.
Arthur nods. “Alpha Monthly. It’s the most respected werewolf publication in the country. We’ll get some good pictures, answer some questions. It’ll be easy, and it’ll boost your image. Controlling the narrative is extremely important this early on. We have to
get ahead of the rumor mill.”
My stomach suddenly twists. “I’m not very good at that sort of thing,” I mutter, staring at my feet. As Flora, no one cared about
my life, only my art. That I could handle; I can talk about my art until I’m blue in the face. But having to sell my personality for the sake of not being despised…
“You’ll be fine,” he says gently, placing his hand under my chin to make me look up at him again. “More than fine. You’ll be amazing. Just be yourself–the woman I fell in love with. You were like a phoenix rising from the ashes at the gala, and that was all you. You’ve got a knack for public life without even having to try.”
I remember that moment–returning to the ballroom in my new dress, head held high despite everything. It was terrifying but also empowering in a strange way.
“This could help with the public perception,” Arthur continues. “And maybe, just maybe, even get my parents to see you in a new light.”
I scoff, but don’t argue, and he goes on in a gentler voice, “I’m not letting anyone come between us, Iris. Not my parents, not the public, not anyone. I decided to go public with our relationship, and I’m not backing down now. It’s the right thing to do—for all
three of us.”
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