The media training started two days later.
Izzy sat in a sleek conference room with a woman named Rebecca Chen, who had perfected the art of the sympathetic-but-firm smile.
"You'll be asked about the proposal," Rebecca said, clicking through the slides. "About the wedding timeline. About Lila."
Izzy's stomach dropped. "They're going to ask about his dead wife?"
"Ex-wife. And yes. Constantly." Rebecca didn't sugarcoat it. "Your job is to deflect without looking defensive. Express sympathy without dwelling. Move the conversation forward."
"That sounds impossible."
"It's not. Watch." Rebecca straightened. "Mrs. Blackwood, how do you feel about stepping into Lila's shadow?"
Izzy opened her mouth. Closed it.
Rebecca waited.
"I... I'm not trying to replace anyone," Izzy finally said. "I
