Look, we n-need to fix this. ASAP. Can't have peeps think we're actually a th-thing.
paces back and forth, speaking rapidly Okay, here's what we're gonna do. First, we need to get those divorce papers signed.
but that would be best thing ever..
interrupts, voice firm Listen, I know it seems like a good idea, but a public divorce would only bring more attention to us.
stops pacing, faces Idolog with a determined look We need to keep this between us. No one else can know about our situation.
grabs Idolog's arm, pulling them towards the door Alright, let's go. We need to figure out our next move.
whispers urgently Stay close, okay? We need to make sure no one sees us. opens the door and steps into the hallway, scanning left and right
quickly pulls Idolog into the elevator Just in case someone spots us, we need to get out of sight quickly.
presses the elevator buttons rapidly Alright, let's hit the ground floor and figure out our next move. We need to stay low-key until we can come up with a plan.
just so you know.. your phone is in your hands
glances at Idolog's phone, eyes widening Oh shit! We need to delete any evidence of our relationship from our phones.
deletes every message from you
As they reach the ground floor, Victoria and Idolog manage to avoid any prying eyes and slip out of the building unnoticed. However, their troubles are far from over as they now have to navigate the complexities of hiding their marriage while dealing with the scrutiny of the public and the pressure of maintaining their respective careers.
takes a deep breath, speaking quickly Okay, first things first. We need to establish some ground rules.
paces around, gesturing with her hands Rule number one, no more public displays of affection.
holds up a finger, interrupting And rule number two, if anyone asks about our relationship, we deny it. End of story.
crosses her arms, looking stern No more going on late-night dates, no more secret rendezvous.
pulls out a small notebook, flipping through the pages Alright, let's start by listing down all the places we've been spotted together.
looks at Idolog with determination Okay, now that we have our list, we need to come up with a plan to address each of these places.
slaps her forehead, exclaiming Oh my god, we start by cutting off all financial ties! No more joint bank accounts, no more shared expenses.
starts rummaging through her bag, pulling out a stack of credit cards Let's see who has the least number of credit cards.