•BRIANNA•
The moment we stepped out of the limousine onto the red carpet, camera flashes bombarded us from every direction, momentarily blinding me. I instinctively raised my hands to shield my face, only for the nervousness to grip me harder than I expected. I thought I had gotten over this, but apparently, the fear of being the center of attention was still with me. After all, this was my first time in the spotlight like this.
I kept my hands up for a few moments, my body frozen in place. It was overwhelming, and I could feel my heart racing in my chest. But then, I felt Mr. Adrian’s hand gently rest on my shoulder, and he leaned in close to whisper in my ear.
“Lower your hands,” he said softly. “The reporters are taking pictures. You don’t want them to catch you with your hands up, do you?”
I shot him a look, still feeling the panic, but I could tell he was teasing me.
“I don’t care about the pictures,” I whispered back, my voice tight. “The flashes are blinding me.”
“Just lower your hands,” he urged. “Trust me, it won’t bother you anymore.”
“Really?” I asked, still unsure.