Ari headed toward the entrance of the women’s boutique when flashes went off, nearly blinding her.
“How did you and Prince Grayson meet?” a reporter asked.
“Did you know that your sister is dying of leukemia?” another member of the paparazzi demanded.
A bodyguard was shielding her, helping her through the crowd that was quickly gathering. She had no idea where they came from. They were like roaches, sniffing out their next meal.
Her head snapped up. “Dying?” Ari asked. “I can assure you she isn’t dying.”
“Then you admit that you know she has leukemia, but you still left her and married the prince?” Then the reporter fired another question at her, not waiting for an answer to the first. “Is that the reason why you married the prince? To get money for your sister’s treatment?”
“No c
