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Press conference

Bella's Pov

"Sweet heart do you feel any better?" My father asked as I sat down at the dining room table.” It would be a lie if I said that I felt better because I felt like I was dying and I hated it.

My legs were still sore and my neck had a purple bruise on it that now stung because I had tried to scrub it off. I had no memory of the night before and it took all day just to finally get rid of my migraine.

I only had it in me to give a forced smile as I grabbed the silver spoon next to my bowl of soup. I didn't have the energy to speak nor did I want to. I didn’t even want to come downstairs. If it wasn’t for me needing to eat I would’ve stayed locked away in my room.

I grabbed a little bit of the steaming hot broth and brought it to my lips. The chicken seemed to be lightly seasoned and gave a little relieve to my throat that was still sore.

"So tomorrow we are going to be having a press conference. I'll need you to wake up early." My father stated nonchalantly.

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