The elevator doors slid open, and before Luca could move, Sara pushed him back lightly, stepping out first.
"Ah, I can't use the front door," she murmured.
"We can," Luca replied firmly, catching her hand again as if refusing to let her slip away.
Sara resisted slightly, tugging against his grip. "I can't use the front entrance. There are reporters outside, and I—I'm not ready to face them. Not like this—"
Her words died in her throat the moment they stepped into the grand lobby. The reporters were gone and it was quiet outside.
Her wide eyes flicked to him. "How—?"
"I made sure they were removed," Luca said casually, as though sweeping away reporters was as simple as swatting flies.
His thumb brushed the back of her hand before he released it. "All the official statements will be given by me. You don't need to say a word until you're ready."
