Chapter 48

• Rosalina's POV
• ​I dig a small, chalky pill out of the side pocket of my clutch, swallow it down with a desperate gulp of cold water, and then ask the waiting lounge attendant for a cup of hot water. I stand by the sinks, drinking a long, slow gulp of the steaming liquid, waiting patiently until the sharp, twisting knots in my stomach finally begin to calm down.
• ​Once I feel my composure returning, I smooth down the front of my navy blue suit jacket, square my shoulders, and head back down the corridor. But the exact moment I push the heavy double doors of the private suite open, I freeze dead in my tracks.