Nayana
The second the limousine stops in front of the glittering glass building, my stomach twists into a tight knot. The entire entrance is swarmed with flashing lights, cameras clicking like a thousand fireflies in a frenzy. There’s at least fifty reporters or paparazzi here.
The second I step out with Gwen and Mario, the noise becomes louder, piercing through me like arrows.
“Miss Falcone, what do you have to say about your father’s scandal?”
“Is it true your family paid the press to hide the truth?”
“Can you tell us why Leonardo Voss canceled his engagement with your sister?”
“Miss Falcone, do you think Leonardo Voss is into shady business?”
That last question freezes my entire body. Don’t know who Leo really is?
My heart slams painfully against my ribs. I can feel the tremor
