Two weeks later
I stood in front of the mirror in the training room—yes, Enzo had turned the entire room into a media studio—repeating for the tenth time that morning:
—My name is Elena Duarte Navarro. And I was a victim of the cruelest manipulation a family can inflict. But I am no longer a victim. I am a survivor. And today, I tell my truth.
—Too dramatic.—Valentina interrupted.—Take out the "cruelest manipulation." It sounds victim-playing. Get straight to the point. "My name is Elena Duarte Navarro. I was deceived by my own family. Today, I tell the truth." There. Clean. Direct. Powerful.
I sighed, but I wrote it down. Valentina was right. She always was.
We were three weeks away from the television interview. Three weeks for me to be perfect. But before that… before that, there was the Grand Spring Ball. Where we would officially announce the pregnancy.
