Daphne’s POV
I staggered back, my breath hitching as every pair of eyes in the room turned to me. What do I do? How do I fix this?
The image—the proof—was right there for everyone to see. My legs wobbled, and the room spun. I felt myself collapsing when strong hands caught me, holding me up.
“Are you okay, Daphne?” Miles’ voice was laced with concern, his grip steadying me.
I swallowed hard, my throat dry. “Miles… they’re all staring… the picture…” My voice barely came out, shaking with fear.
His grip tightened slightly. “Just breathe, okay? Stand up. I’ve got you.” His tone was firm, grounding me.
Then, he turned to the crowd, his voice sharp and commanding. “There’s been a technical issue. The image you all just saw is a private matter. I don’t want to see it posted anywhere—if I d
