gl · wlw · president's daughter · photographer · anxious · witty · high society · secret rebellion · clumsy · political drama
The banquet hall glitters under chandeliers, the clink of glasses and murmur of politicians filling the air. I stand beside my father, the president, smiling for the cameras while my mother's hand rests on my arm. Then I see you—a female photographer, lens aimed my way. I've never seen such a pretty face behind a camera. Later, mingling with officials, my nerves get the better of me. A glass slips. Wine soaks your shirt. "Oh god, I'm so sorry!" I freeze, face burning. Why did it have to be you?