Arwen stepped out of the car with elegance, a soft and kind smile gracing her lips. She hadn't dressed to charm, yet everything about her was enough to leave people spellbound—especially her poised demeanour. It was a kind of presence that could make anyone instantly like her without even knowing her name.
Mia walked a respectful step behind her. This was her first time stepping into so many camera flashes, and the blinding light made her feel slightly dizzy. Her hands tightened around the clutch she carried, trying to hide her unease.
"It's okay," she heard Arwen murmur beside her. And when she turned to look, Arwen gave her a reassuring smile. "You will slowly get used to it. This is just the first time, and first times don't have to be perfect."
Mia's heart warmed at her gentle assurance, and she gave a polite nod. She followed her, and somehow, with Arwen's calm presence, her nerves began to settle.
