Female NovelCelebrities of every ilk graced the red carpet, their presence igniting an electric atmosphere that belied the winter chill. Despite the frigid air, the theater pulsed with vibrant energy, bustling with the fervor of a summer’s eve.
Rena didn’t walk on the red carpet.
Amidst the glittering throng, Rena chose a path less traveled, an alternative entrance that shielded her from winter’s icy grasp. Her steps carried her through a secret passage, her resolve unwavering despite the social engagements that Lay ahead. Waylen, a bastion of support, stood at her side, his presence a reassuring barrier against the curious masses.
Within the heart of this spectacle, Miss Holt claimed her moment in the spotlight, a Luminous figure that captivated the audience’s gaze.
She navigated the evening with grace, her words flowing Like a river of stardust as she regaled the crowd. Her place next to Rena, a testament to their friendship, was a bond that transcended the glamour of the occasion.
Amid the star-studded congregation, Rena’s heart carried a quiet concern, a worry that marked her cousin’s absence. In hushed tones, Miss Holt asked, “Did Mr. Evans not accompany you?”
Rena’s reply was a whispered secret, a shield against prying eyes. “He is engrossed in his work.”
Even though Rena was Mark’s niece, it was not convenient for her to probe into his privacy.
Miss Holt held her disappointment close, her eyes a mirror to her unspoken longing. At a crossroads of emotions, her wish for Mark’s presence was palpable, her desire for him to witness this pivotal moment an unspoken hope.
Rena, her heart a tapestry of understanding, held a silent solidarity with Miss Holt.
Miss Holt could be regarded as a kind person and had never thought of interfering in the relationship between Cecilia and Mark.
In a gesture born of empathy, Rena said, “The movie’s performance shines brilliantly. It’s a testament to your blossoming stardom. Should the box office reach a billion, your name will be etched in the annals of fame.”
Miss Holt was moved by her words.
She knew that the investment of two hundred million dollars in this movie was for Rena to have a bit of fun and kill some time. But it was of paramount importance for her who was already forty two years old as the famous actress of opera.
Her career would resurrect depending on the outcome of this movie.
Miss Holt also consulted from experts and they said that the movie’s minimum box office would reach one point five billion.
This made her in a better mood.
Waylen was sitting beside Rena. After he heard their conversation, his voice held a familiar warmth. “You truly are good at comforting people.”
A blush colored Rena’s cheeks.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org
Her words playful as she whispered, “I comforted you just last night.”