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𝚂𝚎𝚋𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛
Y/n couldn't believe she was standing there, at the edge of the red carpet, with Sebastian's hand firmly clasped in hers. The magnitude of the moment hit her like a wave—cameras flashing relentlessly, creating an overwhelming sensation of electric energy in the air. Celebrities glided by in their designer gowns and sharp tuxedos, their effortless grace only adding to the spectacle.
For years, she had been on the other side of the screen, watching the night unfold, yearning to be part of that world. Yet, here she was—no longer just a spectator but a participant, living in this moment, as herself. And by her side, holding her hand as if he would never let go, was Sebastian Stan.
The press of people and the dazzling lights should've felt suffocating, but with him next to her, everything felt surreal, almost dreamlike. Y/n had spent the past hour trying to contain her awe, but every time she turned her head, another iconic figure caught her eye. Meryl Streep. Denzel Washington. Cate Blanchett. Legends she had admired for years, walking past her like it was just another night.
"Holy shit," she whispered under her breath as Robert De Niro passed by, giving Sebastian a respectful nod of acknowledgment.
Sebastian chuckled and leaned closer. "Mi reina, you're staring." She blinked, feeling her cheeks flush in embarrassment. "I can't help it! It's..." She waved vaguely around at everything. "This is insane."
A grin tugged at his lips. "Get used to it. This won't be your last Oscars." The casual confidence in his voice made her stomach do a flip, but before she could respond, a flurry of reporters swarmed them for interviews.
Sebastian seamlessly shifted into charm mode, effortlessly juggling questions in both English and Romanian, making her proud but also a little awestruck. He was so at ease, so in his element. And here she was, standing just behind him, watching it all unfold.
She couldn't help but wonder, though—would she ever truly belong in this world, this world of red carpets and glitz, of shining stars who moved with effortless elegance?
Sebastian must have sensed her thoughts, because, just as the frenzy of questions subsided, he turned to her and whispered, "You okay?"
She forced a smile. "Yeah. Just trying to take it all in."
He brushed a soft kiss against her temple. "You're doing amazing."
Before she could protest, he pulled her in for a photo. His arm wrapped around her waist, his presence grounding her as the cameras clicked away. She had no idea how she looked in the photos, but in that moment, with him so close, she felt like the luckiest woman alive.
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The ceremony was a blur of emotions—applause, speeches, tears, and triumphs. Y/n was on the edge of her seat, her nerves growing with every passing category, waiting for the inevitable moment that would change everything.
