Clara
I never thought sitting in front of a group of journalists could be more frightening than waking up with no memory of part of my life, but there I was… Seated at an elegant table set up by the communications team, with dozens of cameras pointed at me, microphones, lights, journalists, photographers. And an absurd number of eyes watching me, analyzing me, waiting.
I took a deep breath; I wasn't alone. To my right were some members of the public relations team, and a few feet away, mingling among the attendees, Ethan observed everything.
He wasn't close, he wasn't intervening. But I knew he was there, and strangely, that helped me.
The room was set up exactly as planned, nothing improvised… Nothing chaotic.
An approved media list, limited questions, controlled time.
An event des
