---- But I didn't care at all, and looking up, I broke the awkwardness: "Miss, it's not your fault, it's okay. He's my brother, we're picking out a gift for his girlfriend." The atmosphere finally eased, but the chill emanating from Gilbert intensified. Ignoring my wishes, he dragged me to the airport to pick Bessie up. Seeing Bessie, I naturally called her 'sister-in-law,' which delighted her to no end. Gilbert stared intently at me: "What did you call her?" I said nothing, pretending not to understand that he was already on the verge of anger, and forcefully pushed Bessie into his arms: "Brother, I'm heading out first!" Ignoring the gaze from behind, I quickly ran out of the airport. ---- By the time I got home, footage of them embracing at the terminal was already viral. Someone pointed out that the girl in the earlier paparazzi shot-the one from last night-looked nothing like Bessie. Gilbert's team issued an official statement: "Tt was her."