_Zarelle’s POV_
I thrust the bouquet of bright tulips forward with genuine warmth.
“Of course they are for you.”
Ryan took an exaggerated whiff of the fragrant flowers, closing his eyes dramatically.
“How sweet! I’m so touched, Zarry darling.”
He bent down and flashed his signature grin at me, the one that had graced magazine covers worldwide.
“How’d you know it’s me?”
I rolled my eyes at his amateur disguise attempt.
“Do you think I can’t recognize my own brother just because you’re wearing a pair of gigantic sunglasses?”
*He looks ridiculous,* Mirelle said with amusement in my head. *The blue hair makes it worse.*
“I also changed my hair.” Ryan raked a hand through his short hair with streaks of neon blue that caught the airport’s fluorescent lighting. “An
