"It’s overwhelming to be at such a grand event… I just hope I don’t make any mistakes. Will you lend me some strength?"
Alessia’s voice rang out, light and sweet. She stood before them in a black floor-length gown, still carrying traces of her youthful innocence, her tone playful and coy.
She lifted her delicate hand, making a small, encouraging gesture toward them.
The moment she did, both men’s eyes lit up.
Nicholas, who had been interrogating me just moments ago, suddenly put distance between us. His voice softened.
"You’re already a movie queen, yet you’re still this nervous? Don’t worry, no matter what happens, I’ll be here for you."
As he spoke, he reached out and placed his hand lightly over the back of Alessia’s.
"Matteo, why are you just standing there? Come on!"
The moment her touch landed, my brother’s face flushed an unnatural shade of red. He fumbled with his words. "Co–coming…"
The way he looked at Alessia was filled with pure admiration.
I recalled a moment from my past life when I once saw the name he had saved her under in his phone. Beautiful Flower.
I had asked him in confusion why he would use such a simple and unremarkable nickname.
He had merely chuckled and said nothing.