AVA'S POV
There's something surreal about packing a suitcase for a trip that doesn't just change your scenery, it changes your future.
That's what it felt like as I stood in our bedroom, sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows, laying out blazers and silk blouses like pieces of armor.
Geneva wasn't just another business trip. It wasn't just another speech or appearance.
This… this was the world watching. Listening. And I was determined to make it count.
I carefully folded the deep navy pantsuit Melanie insisted I bring, it had subtle embroidery along the cuffs, the kind of detail that whispered rather than shouted. Power without noise. Grace without apology.
My phone buzzed, and I glanced at the screen.
Ethan:
Just finished my morning panel. How are you holding up, my world changer?
A smile spread across my face before I even typed a response.
Me:
