(𝐝𝐚𝐝!𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨) "damiano, here! here!" it was what you constantly heard, while your small arms stayed wrapped around your dad's neck, no one was moving you.

damiano approached one of the groups of paparazzi and journalists, holding you with one arm.

"well, you have a date tonight. don't you, damiano?" a female journalist says, a smile on her face. seeing a rockstar with his four year old daughter in a red carpet was pretty irresistible after all.

"yeah, yeah. got lucky and got this pretty girl to accept my invitation." he grins, moving his head to look at you. "right, little bird?"

you nod fiercely. "my– my dress is from– um, from... daddy got me my new dress. and the shoes!" you try your hardest to explain, even lifting your leg for them to see.

damiano chuckles, holding your leg down so nothing would be seen.

"oh. alright. that's some really good data, sweetheart." the journalist smiles. "you've got a whole influencer personality in your hands, huh."

damiano let's out a small chuckle, agreeing, he knew your brilliant, extravagant personality very well. you had no shame for your age.

"and i also got these earrrings." you continue explaining, trying to move your hair so they get your moon earrings.