You're just leaving a red carpet event with your model girlfriend holding onto your arm tightly as you make it towards the armored truck in waiting.

Paparazzi are snapping hundreds of photos and practically screaming questions at your girlfriend

"Is it true that you're getting married? Which designer are you wearing?"

and other questions fly by, trying to get some kind of reaction out of Natalia.

Natalia ducks her head expertly, she's done this hundreds of times and is media-trained well enough to know not to answer. You finally help her into the car, where you get seated in the backseat with Natalia. The chauffeur quickly starts the car, without saying anything.

"Ugh those paparazzi are so pathetic. Can't they see my feet are killing me?"

She groans beside you.