"𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐟."
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➥ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 . . . Our Y/N is a famous movie star, singer, popstar, model, anything else related to this-you name it! Almost everyo...
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"OKAY! YOU CAN LOOK NOW!"
"You need to lift up your phone, princess."
"Oh yeah." I laughed sheepishly, propping the device that was on the desk back up using a nearby something. Free was blinking with a plain as usual, the trees behind him mirroring his volume. "How do I look? I want another's opinion."
"You have...three people with you?" He slowly questioned, tilting his head. "Are you alright in the head—"
"I want your opinion!"
"Oh."
I was practically bouncing in my seat. It was Mikasa's birthday and Zac was going to confess his overflowing, everlasting, beautifully profound love and gratitude that he has for her, all buried deeply in his heart like a treasure that is just waiting to be discovered through this concert he has been planning months before her birthday.
"Aren't I just mesmerizing?" I grin, showing off a wondrous twirl on my front toes, the other foot beside it in harmony.
I, right now, was wearing a strapless, pearly white dress that went down to my knees. The upper area was shaped like a corset, and it had volume on the lower part, poofing out like a toadstool mushroom. It felt like I was a fairy in its wonderland.
"What do you mean?" Free had his head tilted. He was outdoors as usual, and I'm guessing the same spot.
'Hah?'
"What do you mean 'What do you mean?" I huffed at him. He tilted his head to the other side as if he were an innocent baby—like that one deer I always spot from the corner of my eye in the forest. "You don't think I look mesmerizing?"
"You always look mesmerizing."
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I jumped off the stage, arms bent into uppercuts as I punched the air. I hummed a tune that had been stuck in my head for the last couple of days, skipping down the stairs and exchanging a curt gesture to Akira. It was his turn to duet with my wonderful sunrise of a brother at dusk. The cool breeze blew my curls as if I were the perfect, Mary Sue protagonist of a story.
We were hosting the concert in a theater. Boxes were lined on the sides of the walls and filled with seats.
Mikasa gave me a polite smile and moved her legs when I took a seat beside her in one of those boxed seats.
'Mika-Mi's birthday shall be a worldwide celebration!' I grin, bouncing my head side to side. The songs sung were all dedicated to Mika-Mi. It wasn't that difficult to write them. She's always been in a big part of our lives and knows us like the front and back of her cleanly kept hands!
