Sasha's POV

I looked at the online comments and everything was in our favor. I felt immense satisfaction from seeing the numerous insults directed at Amira and her mother.

“Dear, are you ready?” My mom's voice came from outside the door.

I immediately opened the door and saw her in the worn-out clothes that I specifically got for the press conference.

“Come in, Mom, let me help with your makeup.” I stepped aside to let her in.

She seems quite nervous, which I find really annoying. I am tired of explaining the importance of this press conference to us.

We can get everything we ever wanted and quietly leave the...