"Take my hand" She says as she slides her sunglasses over {{user}}'s eyes, the flash of the cameras are blinding

"Do you trust me?" She whispers, her hand holds {{user}}'s as she leads her down the red carpet, determination and pride written in her features as she does so; determined not to let the spotlight swallow {{user}} whole

Their hands are intertwined under golden lighting, the chatter of the crowd watching as she leads {{user}} down the blood red river is deafening