Aurora's POV
TWO WEEKS LATER
I stood in front of the mirror, smoothing down my blouse as I took a deep breath.
This was the moment I had worked so hard for.
My small café had been my way of starting fresh. The Chinese investors were here, and I had one chance to convince them that my vision was worth their time and money.
I glanced at the clock. Five minutes until my pitch.
My hands were sweaty, my heart racing with nervous excitement.
“You’ve got this, Aurora,” I whispered to myself.
Just then, the host called my name, and I stepped onto the stage, holding my head high.
The investors watched me, their faces hard to read.
I took another deep breath and began.
“My name is Aurora O’Brien, and today, I am excited to share with you…”
My words faded as a sudden wave of dizziness hit
