Chapter 82 Emily Harris

• Emily Harris
• As we waited for all the journalists to settle in the large conference room on the ground floor, Emma helped me fix my hair so that it didn't look like I was so tired, my body was begging for rest, for a foot massage and maybe even a back massage.
• I sat there, watching Noah adjust his tie and talk to his aunt about what to say and how to respond when those vultures started bombarding us with endless questions. I stood up slightly and looked at the room, which was getting quite crowded. There were many cameras and microphones scattered around the small table set up for the press conference.