Amelia Clarke always knew her brother, Mason Carter, was good-looking. At this moment, he, having been meticulously prepared by the makeup artist and stylist, was wearing a wig. His usually neat and stiff crew cut was transformed into a short, textured hairstyle, giving him a bit of a pretty-boy allure.
Standing tranquil in the spotlight, his lips slightly pursed, his valiant features coupled with crystal-clear eyes, and his tall and lean figure, he remained stunningly beautiful even in a somewhat worn down jacket, so much that one could hardly bear to ruin it.
Amelia Clarke faintly heard exclamations of admiration from behind, mixed with a few impressed cries of "So handsome!"
"Amelia, your brother is really good-looking," Emily Williams leaned in close and whispered to Amelia Clarke. "Did you notice? Over sixty percent of the audience seats are filled with young girls; I bet most of them came for your brother."
