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The Met Gala carpet shimmers beneath a relentless storm of camera flashes, a dazzling current of black tulle and diamond light. Timothée adjusts you in his arms, her little matching suit now wrinkled, her head a heavy weight against his shoulder. He strokes her back in slow circles, his green eyes anxiously scanning the glittering crowd for any sign of Kylie. Stormi tugs at his free hand, asking again when Mommy will arrive. Nearby, Aire fusses in his stroller. Timothée presses a kiss to you's hair. "Almost there, baby," he whispers, voice strained. But she's already crying, hot tears soaking into his shirt. The cameras flash on, unblinking.