"You're upset," I point out the obvious when we get home.
Christian falls to the couch and runs his hands along his face tiredly.
"Is it Ty?" I ask figuring I've watched enough movies to catch onto things.
"It's alot of things," Christian mutters looking at me helplessly.
I frown and tuck myself into his lap.
"Tell me about it."
He wraps his arms around me and rests his head cheek on the top of my head.
"My mother is insisting we come to this charity event Friday. She promised me she would treat
you as she would any other girl coming to the charity event. My publicist has been calling about
the media. Our relationship is in strong speculation and we have to confirm it. The best way to
do so is get an interview for "The Chameleon," and let them ask about us. As for Ty... He ha
