D-Day.

ALMA

I stood backstage, my heart racing with anticipation and nerves. I had decided to take control of the situation and hold a press conference to address the rumors once and for all. I took a deep breath and stepped out onto the stage, blinking in the bright lights of the cameras.

My heart thumped as I approached the microphone, I scanned the crowd of reporters and photographers searching for a familiar face before proceeding.

Why did I think he'll show up here? This press ...