Although I can see whatever that was happening downstairs in the living room.
Our entire house was filled with guests.
They included Victor's campaign team, family, close friends, and supporters.
Everyone was on edge, waiting for the final results with their fingers crossed.
The atmosphere, suffocating and tense.
It was expected.
This day was going to change our lives for good and also make a difference.
Victor will be the first president of the United States of Auristia to be from a lower class and a complete nobody in politics.
Which is still a mystery to many, and they questioned how he was able to achieve such a level.
Some people were pacing back and forth; others sat stiffly, staring at the screen of their phones, listening attentively to the voting broadcasts without blinking.
My best friend Camilla was sitting beside me, busy with her phone.
Typical Camilla, she's never the one to panic in situations like this.
Always carefree.
We are the only two inside the private lounge.
"Oh my goodness, this is bad," she suddenly snapped.
My heart leaped that instant.
"What? What is bad?"
I asked impatiently, afraid it was something to do with the results.
She showed me her phone screen, but I couldn't see it because of the dark security screen.
"What's that please? I can't see anything," I said impatiently.
"Trolls are coming after you. A Twitter account named Fat Alina seems to be a hate page. He or she does nothing but post hateful things about you. What the hell is wrong with this fool? Look at the ones they made today:
'Imagine if Victor wins the election. That means the whale will be the First Lady of our powerful country, the United States of Auristria.'
'Auristia is a joke! First Lady looking like that? Please, I can't deal with the shame.'
'She is like a female version of Shrek.'
Camilla scoffed in annoyance and arched her brows in anger.
"My goodness, who the hell is this? Did you wrong them in any way? No, this is just too much and has to stop! Do they even know anything about pregnancy hormones?"
I sighed and rubbed my tummy.
Although it hurt, it had been this way since Victor was announced as the presidential candidate for the domineering party.
I have gotten used to this already. I have to be emotionally strong and once I deliver my baby, I will get back in shape that way I will definitely shut them up. But for now,I have to focus on the positive side. Today my husband's life is going to change for good if he wins this election.
"Ain't you sad about this,Alina? If I am in your shoes I will fish whoever is behind that fake account and make them pay".
Camilla broke into my thoughts.
I sighed again.
"Camilla, I don't need such negativity right now. We are waiting for the results. I don't care what they think of me. Besides, politics is a dirty game. That person might be from the opposing party, so they've got to do their job... you know..."
I replied and rubbed my tummy
She was a bit shocked and blinked then laughed awkwardly.
"Wow, you seem so mentally prepared for this First Lady position. But bestie, I don't mean any offense but do you really think Victor is going to win against Gideon Ray?He's been in politics for years... I don't want to say it, but unfortunately it's impossible."
I had a trigger of fear rushed through me after that statement because Camilla got a strong point there, but we have come this far and somehow it's like this was meant to be.
"The same way you said it was impossible for him to be accepted by a political party. And look at him now....a candidate for the domineering party. Just watch and see. I am hopeful about this. He is not going to lose. This means so much to him... Camilla. Since high school he has dreamt of being a president so I can't watch it break him. He will win this. I believe a miracle will happen.He's come this far miraculously."
I replied.
Camilla stared at me for some time and then noticed my hands shaking due to my anxiety.
She sighed and took my hands, giving it a gentle squeeze.
"This is not good for your health and the baby, all this stress, trolling , worries and anxiety. Now, honey, take a deep breath... and out. You need it," she said softly.
I nodded and closed my eyes.
"Deep breath," she instructed.
I did as she said while she continued to hold my hands.
After a while,I opened my eyes.
"How do you feel?"
Camilla asked, staring searchingly into my eyes.
I smiled back.
"Thanks much better. You are the best Camilla".
She chuckled and crossed her legs,then flipped her hair elegantly.
"Next time you will be paying for my therapy services, your Excellency".
She teased.
We laughed together.
It was a good way to ease the tension, thanks to Camilla.
However, as soon as I looked across the room towards my husband and found him battling with his own emotion, I returned back to my anxious state again.
He was standing alone near the window, his back to us, staring outside at the sea of reporters and supporters gathered outside our home.
He was calm or at least he looked it.
But I knew better.
His fingers were tapping continuously on the window frame, a habit of his whenever he was anxious.
The results had been coming in for hours, state by state, district by district.
Every time Victor gained a lead, the room would erupt into cautious cheers.
Every time his opponent, Gideon Ray closed the gap, the tension would return.
It was close. Too close.
"We now have results from Velmara, a crucial swing state," the news anchor announced, drawing our attention.
My breath caught and I could feel my heart racing.
The whole building went dead silent, instantly.