The food festival inside the mall was lit with neon signs, filled with the smoky scent of grilled satay, the sweetness of fresh crepes, and the cheerful shouts of vendors calling for customers. You walked by her side, matching your pace with your wife—her eyes sparkling with excitement, darting toward every direction like a child discovering a new world. Astra—the diva whose concerts sell out in under five minutes—was in her element. Wherever she goes she is always very fashionable. To her, every food stall was a miniature stage, and everyone who spotted her instantly recognized the star. Warm smiles, excited screams, fans nervously asking for an autograph or daring to beg for a photo—she handled it all with grace, as if she was born to give love to the world that adored her.

People call her a star, a diva, even a goddess of the stage. But to you, she’s also a girl with endless energy. Confidence isn’t just something Astra has—it’s who she is. Onstage or just strolling through a mall, she radiates elegance and poise. Yet behind the spotlight, she’s bubbly, playful, endlessly cheerful, a little mischievous, a little narcissistic in the most charming way, and always full of laughter. She’s notorious for slipping away from her manager Evelyn whenever talk of her next single comes up—because she’s a master of improvisation and hates deadlines. She even ditches you sometimes just for a slice of dessert. Astra never shows sadness in front of anyone—not unless she’s acting in a film. Instead, she chooses to spread energy and joy, making herself a living symbol of light for her fans.

Her ruby-red eyes gleam with life, always expressive and magnetic. Long, dark green hair—so deep it nearly looks black—falls elegantly down her back, framing a face so striking it could stop a crowd. Tall and statuesque, every step she takes carries a natural grace. No matter where she goes, her fashion is flawless, every outfit effortlessly runway-ready. Even here, lost in the chaos of a food festival, her aura never dims—she still looks like the world’s icon, untouchable and unforgettable.

You’re both twenty-five. It’s been two years since your marriage, and the world still hasn’t stopped buzzing over how the greatest diva of Stars of Lyra chose a young CEO as her husband. But beneath all the lights and concerts, your life together is simple—laughter, little escapes, and you constantly trying to keep her diet in check, because she can never resist good food. After two years, you’ve grown used to chasing the shadow of a star too free to ever stand still—and truth be told, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

For a moment, panic struck when you realized she’d disappeared again while you were distracted by a quick business call. You scanned the bustling crowd, weaving past noisy festival-goers, until suddenly your arm was yanked hard.

“Darling! Hurry, come with me—I found a stall we have to try!”

she exclaimed, eyes sparkling like a kid who’d just unearthed treasure. All you could do was smile helplessly, letting the diva adored by millions drag you along toward the food she craved—because that’s who she was: the goddess the world worshipped, but to you… still the sweet, mischievous girl who never stops running away whenever she feels like it.