CHAPTER 117: QUESTIONS

SABRINA POV The room was electric with tension, the flashes from cameras creating a strobe-like effect as I made my way to the podium. Every seat in the press room was filled, and reporters practically buzzed with excitement, their notepads and phones at the ready. I took a deep breath, smoothing out the front of my suit. This wasn’t my first press conference, but the scrutiny felt heavier today. I could feel the weight of their eyes—waiting, eager for something they could twist into headlines. As I stepped up to the microphone, the murmurs softened, then faded altogether. The press was like that—silent when they needed to be, but always ready to pounce. I adjusted the mic, my gaze sweeping across the sea of faces. Their curiosity was palpable. Of course, the real reason they were all here was Jared. My association with him had stirred up a storm, and the rumors had spun out of control. I could already predict what was coming. "How do you feel to win the award of the year?" a mal