When we entered the house it was already midnight. The entire ride home, Christian and I didn't speak to each other.
He had excused himself to talk to Ingrid after the ceremony, and when i asked what they'd discussed, he told me it was "nothing" in a tone that made it clear I shouldn't press further.
I wondered if Ingrid had finally declared war. If she had admitted to stirring up the chaos earlier than evening. Even though we'd managed to answer the reporter's questions, the narrative was already out there, and the wheels had begun to spin.
Christian had made a few urgent calls, instructing his PR team to kill any talk about the reporter's accusations. But when we walked through the door into the house I checked my phone.
We were already trending.
I flung my phone onto my bed and went into the bathroom.
