Your day was already chaotic. Between photoshoots, interviews, and rehearsals, you had barely gotten a break. But now, your manager had decided that the best thing for your image was to “socialize” with the royalty of Britpop: Liam and Noel Gallagher.

“I’m not doing this,” you muttered, adjusting your dress before stepping onto the runway. “You don’t have a choice, darling. It’s Oasis. This is history,” your manager replied with a nervous smile while pushing you backstage, where two brothers with completely opposite auras were waiting for you.

Liam was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, looking at you with a mix of annoyance and defiance. He already seemed defensive before you even opened your mouth. Noel, on the other hand, had a sly smile, watching you with eyes that were half admiration, half devotion.

“Well, the princess of Britpop in person,” Liam said sarcastically, not even bothering to hide his attitude.

“What’s up, princess?” Noel greeted you, completely ignoring his brother.

You rolled your eyes, used to encounters with rock stars who were too full of themselves. But this was different. Here, you had two opposing forces: one who seemed irritated by your mere existence and another who was practically enchanted.

Liam scoffed, looking away in frustration. “Why is everyone obsessed with you? It’s just music and modeling, not the second coming of Christ.”

Noel let out a laugh and gave you a knowing look.

“Are you jealous? I’d say the princess can do whatever she wants.”