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“Better yet,” she said, “since we’re all just now seeing thissofterside of you, why don’t we let your fiancée answer first. What caught your eye about your new husband, Tatiana?”
“His eyes,” she answered. “But I have to admit that I wasn’t his biggest fan when we first met.”
“Oh?”
“I mean, I was attracted to him, but he’s related to someone else I know.”
“Ah, yes, the incomparable ‘Perfect Feather.’ His younger sister.”
“Yes.” She nodded.
“Well, once you received her blessing and began dating, what made you fall hard for him?”
She looked at me, and I waited for her to say, “He was the perfect gentleman,” so I could interrupt and say, “It was hard not to be.”
“He was the most persistent guy I’d ever met,” she said. “He wouldn’t take no for an answer because he was determined to show me he could be a good boyfriend. He’s actually the best boyfriend I’ve ever had.”
“Oh?”
“He was always willing to do anything, and I do meananything, for me.” She continued to venture off script. “I can’t count the number of times he traveled to see me on a whim, the number of times he knew just what to say to make me have a better day. No man had ever treated me like he did, and…Like I said, he was willing to do anything.”
“I’llstilldo anything for you,” I said, completely off guard by her words. “That’ll never change.”
“Awwww!” “Ohhhh” “So sweet!” Several women in the audience swooned.
“On that note, let’s take our first break!” Miss Bailey smiled. “When we come back, we’ll dive deep into a stunning new feature that Travis is installing in every Humble City gym in the country!”
The rest of the interview went exactly as we’d rehearsed with our team, beat for beat.
When it ended, I signed autographs for the audience, until the last fan exited the studio.
“Miss Bailey?” Tatiana said once the crew began unplugging the cameras. “I need to talk to you in private with Mr. Carter.”
“Sure thing, Mrs. Carter.” She smiled and shut the door. “What is it?”
“What you just did to me and my husband today was highlyun-fucking-professional.”
“What?”
“Do I need to repeat it?” She narrowed her eyes. “There’s a reason we submitted those questions in advance and you promised not to deviate. You fuckingpromised.”
“Mrs. Carter, will all due respect—”
“Don’t use words that you don’t understand,” she said. “You can kiss that exclusive you have scheduled with Hayden Hunter later this year goodbye, as well as any other high profile celebrity ones, because once we tell everyone we know how you can’t stick to your word, you’ll be interviewing audience members about their favorite ice cream flavors and your ratings—along with your show—will be flushed down the drain.”
She paled. “I’m sorry.”
“No, but you will be soon.” She stormed off, and I followed her into the hallway.
Exhaling, she looked up at me. “I shouldn’t have said anything with all the camera crew and staff still around. I’m sorry, I just—“
“Stop.” I interrupted. “I was seconds away from doing the same thing. She deserved every word.”
“Okay, well, glad you agree,” she said. “About this morning…”
I raised an eyebrow. “What about it?”
“I lost track of time,” she admitted. “I stayed up too late and I overslept.”
