Chapter 62- The Press Conference

Isabella’s POV

The excited buzz in the room died down the moment I stepped inside. The reporters snapped to attention, and I kept my gaze trained directly ahead of me as I moved down the hall.

Camera flashes went off on either side of me like silent, continuous explosions. With each step that brought me closer to the podium, my apprehension mounted. I didn’t allow that to show, however. I kept my face still—unreadable. It was a skill I’d learned long ago, growing up. The Gloria's sole heir always had eyes on her after all. 

So, though I presented the picture of perfect serenity for all to see, inside, my heart hammered against my ribs in tandem with the click of my heels along the tiled floor of the conference room. I didn’t care about the gazes and whispered speculation. The camera flashes didn’t rattle me—-my anxiety was due to the weight of this moment. I couldn’t afford to mess this up. 

Hands shot up in the air the moment I stepped onto the podium.