POV: Adriana
My palms were sweaty. I was nervous and it was not the cute kind of nervous, either — it was the ‘what if I ruin everything in front of the cameras’ kind.
The car hummed softly as we drove through the quiet streets, headlights from the convoy cutting through the darkness. Collins was behind the wheel, focused as always. Caleb and a few guards were in the car ahead, and Roland with another set were behind us.
If I didn’t know they were guards, I would’ve thought we were part of a presidential motorcade or something. Every man wore a perfectly tailored suit, their earpieces almost invisible. Everything screamed power, authority — and pressure.
I kept rubbing my hands together, unable to stop shaking in my seat.
Darius noticed immediately. His warm hand covered mine, bringin
