Chapter 46: Noah

After two hours of preparation, Madison and I were finally sitting in the back of the car driving us to the press conference. Not even the constant hum of the engine could smooth out my nerves like it usually would. 

While Joe and the rest of the team—Cora included, after an apology and a promise to never go against me like that again—had gone ahead to prepare the venue and secure specific journalists, my house had been flooded with specialists rushing about to get us ready as well. Stylists had come over to make sure we looked good, and speech writers also came to ensure we sounded good.

But as I skimmed through the meeting notes they had sent to my tablet, doing my best to tune out the oppressive silence that filled the car, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I’d never felt less primed for anything in my life before this. 

Were we really going through with it?