Ella's POV:
Kissing me. Jason just kissed me in public! And the paparazzi? Oh, they practically erupted like a pack of starving wolves, the paparazzi were having a field day, cameras flashing, shutters clicking furiously. Aaaargh! Now I was in the spotlight. Thank goodness for this mask—at least it gave me a slim chance of slipping out of here unrecognized. But if I didn't get out soon, I'd be swarmed. The crowd had gasped, and I could feel every single eye in the room zero in on us. Ugh! Jason King, you idiot! Do you have any idea what you just did?
My mind was racing as I tried to process the reality of what just happened. I could already see how this would spiral: some nosy student would figure out who I was, tell the media, and then bam—the paparazzi would start digging, and with their investigative tendency they'd uncover my background. They'd unearth every detail, every secret, and soon the whole country would know I was The Kingsley's daughter.
