Kaya’s POV
The car pulled up to the airport terminal, but I wasn’t naive enough to think our departure would be smooth. Josh glanced at me in the rearview mirror, his forehead wrinkled with worry, while Frey drummed her fingers nervously against her lap. I had warned them this might happen. With my parents’ influence, the media was bound to show up, no matter how discreet we tried to be.
The flash of cameras greeted us before the car even came to a complete stop. A crowd of reporters surged forward, surrounding the car. My stomach dropped, but I remained composed. This was nothing compared to the battle I was fighting inside.
“Kaya… they’re everywhere,” Frey murmured, her voice tight with apprehension.
I nodded, forcing a smile. “They’re persistent, but I’m prepared.”
Josh’s eyes flic
