Eric's POV
I held Valeria’s hand, guiding her calmly toward the main stage. Outwardly, I appeared composed, but inside, a faint nervousness gnawed at me. It was a new and odd feeling. After everything I’d experienced, I can’t recall the last time I’d felt this way.
Was it the press conference or simply the act of holding Valeria’s hand that unsettled me? Either way, it was unfamiliar territory. My palm even began to sweat a bit.
Her hand was soft, smooth, and tiny, almost disappearing into mine. I turned slightly to look at her face. Her lips were pressed into a thin line, and her brows furrowed slightly. Was she nervous like me? Did she hate holding hands with me?
Then, as we were about to arrive at the main stage, my focus shifted completely back to the press conference.
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