Rose's POV

The phone would not cease ringing. Call after call, vibrating on my nightstand in a furious motion I didn't even bother picking up. I already knew who was calling anyway—Jasmine, the PR agents, Victor, maybe even Elijah trying to get in a word. But I wasn't in the mood. Not with other business I had on hand.

I breathed in sharply, pushing the phone aside and getting out of bed. I was still coherent in the middle of the morning chaos. I was not going to allow some viral scandal ...