Arlene's POV
The moment we step through the park entrance, both twins bolt toward Donald Duck with squeals of delight, wrapping their small arms around the character in enthusiastic hugs.
I notice several people attempting to snap photos of Nicholson, but Isabel and Kade quickly intervene, creating a protective barrier around us. Both Warner and I keep our sunglasses firmly in place as we join the queue for the children's first attraction. My phone buzzes insistently against my hip.
Matthew's name flashes on the screen along with a barrage of media links from our dinner last night. My stomach drops as I scroll through the headlines. They've already identified me, and the speculation is running wild about my termination for allegedly sleeping with client Warner Lorenzo. I suppress a groan and shove the device back into my pocket as we near the attraction's entrance.
"Something wrong?" Mr. Lorenzo inquires, his tone gentle but observant.
