(Ruby's POV)
The morning of the press conference dawned gray and cold.
I stood at the window of the master suite, watching the clouds roll in from the sea. The wind was picking up. The trees swayed. Somewhere in the distance, thunder rumbled, low and distant. The sky looked like it might storm, but the weather didn't matter. Nothing mattered except what we were about to do.
Nicholas was still in bed. His dark hair spread across the pillow, messy and soft. His face was peaceful in sleep, younger than he looked when he was awake. The lines around his eyes were relaxed. His lips were slightly parted. He looked like a man who had finally stopped running.
I didn't want to wake him. He needed rest. We both did.
But the world was waiting.
