"Beatrice, are you dating Alexander?" Henry Hargrave looked at his daughter seriously, "Why didn't you inform the family about something this big!"
Beatrice Hargrave...
Looking at those two photos, she felt like no matter how much she tried to explain, it wouldn't be clear.
She didn't know when the first photo was taken, but she could tell the background was a recording studio.
Sometimes, when she got tired during recordings, she'd rest her head on the desk and fall asleep without realizing it. She had no idea the jacket on her shoulders belonged to Alexander.
As for the second photo, the background was a sports arena. At the time, Alexander was explaining to her how to walk the stage...
Letting out a sigh of frustration, Beatrice pushed the newspaper back in front of her father, "We're not dating."
"If you're not dating, what's the deal with these photos? Look for yourself—Alexander clearly has love in his eyes when he looks at you!"
