_Zarelle’s POV_
A few days later.
I held a beautiful bouquet of bright yellow tulips, hoping my brother would appreciate the welcome-home gift.
I checked the flight schedule information online one more time.
Ryan’s plane had touched down at City International Airport exactly fifteen minutes ago.
He would be emerging from customs and baggage claim soon.
Apparently, many other people had gotten the same flight information.
I took in the arrivals hall, which was absolutely jam-packed with enthusiastic fans holding up colorful signs and professional posters featuring my brother’s handsome face.
The majority of them were girls in their teens or early twenties, but I also spotted a couple of middle-aged men clutching Ryan’s albums, clearly hoping for autographs.
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