Viya's POV
The next morning, I woke before my alarm even had a chance to go off.
My internal clock had me up early, nerves thrumming beneath my skin despite my attempts to stay calm.
I went through my usual morning routine—shower, skincare, getting dressed—and had just opened my bedroom door when I found Sophia standing right there, hand raised like she was about to knock.
I blinked at her in surprise. "What are you doing up this early?"
It was Saturday. Sophia's typical weekend routine involved staying up until some ungodly hour the night before, then sleeping until at least noon. Sometimes later.
"I couldn't sleep thinking about your press conference today."
She looked more anxious than I felt, which was saying something. She grabbed my arm and steered me toward th
