Ravenna's POV
Flashes cracked like lightning, reporters' voices overlapping, rising and crashing against each other. A portion of the reporters rushed over to where Sebastian was descending from the stage.
I saw his shoulders stiffen, his knuckles clenched around those notes he had rehearsed a hundred times, but it seemed like it was all for nothing. His name was shouted from every direction. The guests had all rushed away from the chaos; his project drowned beneath the chaos of his bloodline, his family, and his very existence.
I knew what this was the moment it began. They weren't just here for the project—they were here for him and us. Their very obvious plan was to sabotage the presentation, painting Sebastian's debut project in a horrible light. Lucien and I were just colle
