Sebastian POV
The next morning…
I was in the dressing room, getting ready for the press conference. I stood before a mirror, adjusting my tie for what felt like the hundredth time. The face that stared back at me was a calm man, a far cry from the emotional turmoil going on inside me.
It seems that these days I was in more press conferences than meetings. A bitter smile tugged at the corner of my mouth at the irony of my situation. Sighing, I left the mirror and settled on the chair again, my eyes moving to the speech that had been prepared for me.
Every content in the speech, burned into my heart after countless rehearsals. Every word in it was a calculated denial of everything I and Sienna had shared. Our love, our struggles, our dreams… even our child – all of it reduced to nothing but well-written lies and denials.
