The press conference was set for two in the afternoon, in a meeting room at the Empire Group Building.
Having been treated to a good meal by Matthew, Blanca stayed nice and obedient. A makeup artist did a light bit of makeup on her, while a stylist fitted her with a tuxedo.
She stood before the mirror and looked at the elegant lady in the mirror, a little happy, but also a little troubled, and most of all, she wasnât used to it.
Was this still her?
Did she have to keep on with the acting from now on?
Thinking about that, she tugged uncomfortably at the tight straps of the dress.
Matthew went into the makeup studio, their gazes meeting in the mirror. Seeing the pale, tall girl there, Matthewâs gaze deepened.
Blanca rubbed her neck, a little embarrassed. âIs it strange? I havenât worn a lot of dresses.â
Matthew stared for a while, then said coolly, âItâll do.â
She actually looked pretty, with defined features, and a slender but well-proportioned body.
The most lethal part was, when her calm eyes were still, they seemed to stamp all luxuries and worldly affairs beneath her feet.
That sort of elegance that came with birth was nobler than Matthew had seen in any woman.
It was hard to imagine some girl with such a humble background carrying this sort of aura.
He recalled her jade pendant. If it really was hers, then her identity wasnât that of a regular jane. Considering that, Matthew frowned.
âIâm not used to wearing high heels. Can you help me up in a bit? This is too tall! And itâs hard on my feet...â Blanca walked up in front of Matthew, feeling like she was on stilts as she complained.
He shot a look at her shoes and said mildly, âIf you promise not to trip today, Iâll take you to that restaurant tomorrow.â
Blancaâs pain seemed to disappear, and she slapped her chest. âNo problem!â
Matthew and Blanca went hand in hand into the conference room, where the reporters were already waiting with their cameras rolling.
Accompanied by flashes and the snap-snap-snaps of shutters, Blanca grew nervous, and Matthew took her hand, showing her a rare, gentle smile.
Blancaâs heart thumped. This guy had a pretty tempting smile. No wonder so many women liked him.
She wasnât as nervous now and murmured, âYou look pretty kind when you smile. You should do that more often.â
Matthew glared at her, still wearing the smile while murder rolled off his eyes.
Blanca didnât have the nerve to tease him after that.
Afterwards, Matthew announced the marriage in brief and requested the major media outlets to retract the photo of him together with his wife, or they would be sued for libel.
Blanca just needed to smile all throughout the process and nod. It was a bit boring, but it was also a new experience being the center of attention.
She felt like sheâd become a movie star.
The press conference drew to the part where it was time for questions.
A female reporter turned to Blanca and asked, âIf you were engaged with Mr. Grant at the time, Mrs. Grant, why would you spend the night at a hotel instead?â
Matthew frowned and was about to answer for Blanca when she dipped her head shyly, looked at Matthew, and blushed, âItâs pretty exciting going to new environments sometimes.â
Hearty laughter rang out across the conference room.
The shy but honest way this new wife of Matthewâs behaved was pretty charming.
Matthew smiled faintly. He was pleased with that answer too.
Then another reporter posed a difficult question. âDid you only get married for this scandal? Why were there no traces of your good news otherwise?â
Matthew took that question.
âMy girlfriend liked to keep things low-profile and I didnât want people to pay too much attention to my public life, so weâd kept it secret. Now that someone with some other intentions took the video and put Blanca through all sorts of scandalous jibes, we thought to get married right away and go public with the relationship. To tell the truth, even without this incident, Blanca and I would have gotten married this year anyway.â
With that, he smiled gently at Blanca.
Please Be Gentle With Me Mr Grant ï¤Chapter 6 Table Manners Accidental love II ï¤Chapter 100 Youâre So Kind Mysterious Mr.Richard ï¤Chapter122 Richard's Stepmother Cold sweat beaded on Blancaâs back. She knew full well that that âsomeone with some other intentionsâ was herself. But she could still heave a sigh of relief that Matthew wasnât asking after her camera.
âMrs. Grant, your elegance is impressive, what college did you graduate from, if I may ask?â A male reporterâs voice rang out.
Blancaâs face turned pale, and she clenched her knuckles.