Silvia
I stared at Noah across the room, momentarily forgetting my nerves.
My brother really smiled- not the forced politeness of recent days, but a sincere, warm smile that lit up his face.
The pale blue shirt the nurse had helped him into complemented his complexion perfectly.
As the stylist adjusted his collar and stepped back, our eyes met, and for that brief moment, the weight of today's moment lifted from my shoulders.
It was 11 AM, and the preparation room buzzed with activity.
Cream-colored decorations adorned every surface, creating a soft backdrop for the organized chaos.
My hair was only half-done, red-brown curls pinned in strategic places while the stylist fussed over volume and symmetry, occasionally muttering about "bounce" and "balance."
Alex was sitting cross-legge
