Eden's Pov
Robbin steps out with Enzo to talk privately. I know they are going to resolve whatever final rift was left between them, so I decide to busy myself by heading back down to the ongoing fan meeting.
My dress for the after-party is supposed to arrive any minute, so I stall for time by mingling. I take selfies with a few excited fans, giggling at their sweet compliments, and shake hands with a few team officials who congratulate me on the event's success.
Enzo returns to my side shortly after, his expression lighter. He slides a warm, familiar hand onto the small of my back and leans in, kissing me gently on the temple in a silent gesture of gratitude.
"You seem to have magic hands or something," he comments, his voice low and admiring. "Or maybe just a magic way with people."
"I have been in her shoes before, in a way," I say with a shrug. "So I sort of understand where she is coming from. Plus, let us be honest, she deserves better than you."
