Luna’s POV
I take a deep breath before I climb out of Ashton’s SUV, staring at the door that I haven’t walked through in weeks.
'You okay?' Ashton asks, coming around to my side, his hand finding mine automatically.
'I think so.' I glance up at him, trying to steady the nervous flutter in my stomach. 'I just need to do this properly. Speak up for myself.'
'I know you can,' Ashton says, squeezing my hand. 'I'm still coming with you, though. Not to speak for you, just so he knows I'm behind you on this.'
'Okay,' I say, grateful for his presence beside me rather than facing this entirely alone.
We make our way toward the administration building together and head straight for the PR department, my sneakers squeaking against the polished floor beside the heavy thump of Ashton’s boots. He
