#Chapter 162: The Press Conference

Iris The conference hasn’t even begun yet, and already the small room is packed with reporters. I can hear them murmuring on the other side of the dark blue curtain, can already hear the snapping of cameras and the scratching of pens on paper. Arthur’s PR team coached me all day yesterday and this morning, and I’ve practically memorized my statement by now. But it doesn’t feel like nearly enough. Arthur comes to stand beside me and places his hand on my lower back. Through the thick wool of my smart blazer, I can still feel his warmth. “We’re heading out in a minute. You’ll be okay.” I glance up at him with a disbelieving expression. I’m not so sure about that, if I’m being honest. ] But whether I want to or not, I have to do this. I can’t go back in time and decide not to go public with our relationship, and even if I could, it wouldn’t have been sustainable. Either the public would have found out everything about me and Miles anyway—which they were well on t