Ravenna's POV
The car ride was suffocating with tension that clung to every molecule in the air. Sebastian sat beside me, tapping his knees in different angles and rhythms like a keyboard gone wrong. His printed script clenched so tightly in his hand, I thought he might rip it into shreds. Lucien sat across from us, arms folded, his gaze fixed out the window, his silence sharper than any blade. He really was not helping with the current situation.
"Sebastian," I said gently, placing a hand over his restless fingers. "Breathe in and out. Do not panic so much. Just go through your opening lines again. Slowly this time."
He nodded at me, wiping the sweat that clung to his forehead. He sat up straight, swallowed, lifted the paper, and stammered. "Good morning…everyone—uh—ladies and
