𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄，ᵗᵒᵐ ᵇˡʸᵗʰ

The New York premiere for "The Hunger Games: The Ballad of Songbirds & Snakes" was a maelstrom of flashing lights and roaring fans. Lyla Rose, poised and radiant in her chosen outfit, worked the red carpet with practiced ease, her smile unwavering as cameras clicked and shouted her name.

She loved these events, the energy, the fashion, the connection with her adoring public. After striking a few more poses, her best friend, Phoebe Rodriguez, joined her, and the two embraced amidst a fresh flurry of flashes.

“Oh, man, I can already see the edits about this event,” Phoebe laughed, and Lyla chuckled in agreement. They made their way inside, the venue buzzing with fans and cast members. Lyla, clutching her popcorn bucket, felt an odd sense of anticipation.

“Why do I feel like something’s going to happen?” she mumbled, scanning the crowded room. Phoebe, ever practical, just wanted her popcorn. As Lyla waited, Phoebe dashed off to the restroom, leaving Lyla momentarily alone.

Turning around quickly, Lyla bumped into someone. Her popcorn scattered across the floor, a gasp escaping her lips. “Oh no! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to!” she stammered, looking up into the most gorgeous pair of blue eyes she had ever seen. He wore a sharp black and white suit, his curly hair a delightful mess. He was undeniably attractive.

“Hey, it’s okay. Relax,” a soothing British accent responded, sending flutters through Lyla’s stomach.