ANNETTE'S POV
"Are you okay?" Connor asked as we were driven towards Brentford.
I gave him a short nod and smiled curtly. It would take some time before I get used to battling the media and their ridiculous questions. What do they mean by asking if we loved each other? It was a question I wouldn't want to ask myself. And I was sure Connor was trying everything possible to not think of it. He did a good job pushing his emotions deep down the grave.
"Welcome home, Mr. Connor. We have been expecting you," a plump round woman with shoulder-length blonde hair stood at the entrance, her middle-aged strict expression tightened by her minimal makeup. "And, you must be Mrs. Friedman. Congratulations, ma'am."
With a broad smile, I answered her.
"Thank you,"
"Ms. Lima is fine."
"Thank you,
