CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY TWO – A DOCUMENTARY

The sleek town car pulled up to the private entrance of their lavish Manhattan penthouse, offering a respite from the chaos that had engulfed them at the airport. Kayla sank into the plush leather seat, letting out a weary sigh as Lance slid in beside her. The flashes of the paparazzi cameras seemed seared into her vision, their shouts and questions still ringing in her ears. "I can't believe the frenzy over this," she murmured, rubbing her temples. "Just when I thought we'd get some peace after that ordeal..." Lance placed a comforting hand on her knee. "You know how the media operates, my love. Any story with drama and survival is ratings gold." His trademark roguish grin surfaced. "Though I'd wager our dashing good looks add to the appeal." Kayla couldn't help but chuckle, some of the tension easing from her shoulders. Leave it to Lance to inject levity, even in the most trying situations. As the town car slipped into the underground garage, she allowed herself to fully absorb th