As we descended the steps of the jet onto Italian soil, the excitement was almost palpable. San paused at the door, the Italian sun casting a warm glow over him, highlighting the eager anticipation in his eyes. He reached to gather his outfits, but I stopped him with a gentle shake of my head and a reassuring smile.
"I've got these," I said, gesturing towards the meticulously packed outfits and my photography equipment. "Just enjoy the moment, San. Soak it all in. This is your time to shine, and I want you to relax and focus on the experience ahead."
Though he initially protested, wanting to help carry the load, he recognized the warmth and care in my gesture. With a reluctant but appreciative nod, he stepped back, allowing me to handle the logistics. I gathered our belongings, feeling a sense of protectiveness and pride in facilitating this opportunity for him.
We approached the waiting car, where a driver stood ready to assist us. I carefully hung the outfits in the back of the car to keep them pristine and wrinkle-free, then placed the suitcases into the trunk. Every action was performed with a precision born of experience and the desire to ensure everything was perfect for San's debut on the international stage.
Finally, with everything secured, I gestured for San to get into the car. He slid into the seat, settling into the plush leather with a comfortable sigh, his posture relaxing as he took in the sights around us. The streets of Italy unfolded with their characteristic charm and vibrancy, a picturesque backdrop to our arrival.
I followed, sliding into the seat beside him, and closed the door with a soft click. The driver nodded to us in the rearview mirror and started the engine, smoothly pulling away from the airport. As we drove towards our destination, I turned to San, who was now looking out the window, his eyes reflecting the historical and artistic beauty that Italy is known for.
"It's really happening, San," I said, my voice a blend of excitement and reassurance. "You're about to make a splash in one of the world's fashion capitals. How are you feeling?"
San turned from the window, a smile breaking across his face, a mixture of nerves and exhilaration. "It's surreal," he admitted. "I never imagined I'd be here, under these circumstances. I'm nervous, but excited. More than anything, I'm grateful to have you by my side through all of this."
