Valeria's POV
I eventually bought the tie. I’d seen Eric’s wardrobe before—so monotonous, filled only with black, white, and endless shades of gray. On rare occasions, he’d wear a coat of another color, but even that was something his stylist had painstakingly convinced him to don for an event.
The tie I picked was different—light and delicate, its fabric catching the fluorescent light with a soft shimmer like moonlight. Its color was a gentle hue, somewhere between white and blue, understated yet striking.
As soon as I exited the baggage claim area, I spotted him. About fifty meters away, near the pick-up zone, sat a conspicuous wheelchair surrounded by a small crowd of fans wielding cameras and phones.
Of course, Eric wouldn’t choose a low-key entrance. He’d never waste an opportunit
