Scarlett's Pov
I paced back and forth in my office, my heels clicking against the floor as I tried to gather my thoughts.
Today was the day I had to face the press, answer their probing questions, and present the story that Sebastian and I had carefully come up with.
Usually, I hated the idea of dealing with the press and going as far as calling for a press conference, but we’d agreed it was necessary to control the narrative and protect our respective families from even more scrutiny.
The press wasn’t letting up at all, and this was our best shot at shutting them down—or at least giving them a version of events they’d find compelling enough to settle with.
Sebastian was supposed to have arrived by now so we could go over the story one more time, since it was important that we both
