HBWnovel Chapter 111: Walking down a (small) red carpet
Chapter 111: Walking down a (small) red carpet
Several hours later.
A red carpet, railed off with red velvet rope, was set up at the entrance of a small cinema theater. At the side of it were backdrops with the posters for the 'Under the Wrong Sky' movie and the logos of the movie's sponsors.
Journalists and photographs gathered around like a flock of curious, loud birds. Amid them fluttered the staff of the event and guests that gradually arrived at the event according to their schedule. Security guards stood at the key points around the area, keeping an eye out on anyone who tried to approach without checking for their ticket.
Compared to the huge red carpet events held for blockbuster movies, this event was very small. Counting all the people around, there were two hundred people present at the highest estimate.
The earlier guests came, the lower was their relative social rank here. Those who came later will gather the most attention from the gathered media.
Tristan and Nel stepped onto the red carpet almost the last, and were immediately assaulted by flashes of the cameras.
Today, after hours of priming, both men looked their absolute best!
They both wore formal suits, but Tristan's was pure black with a white shirt and black tie, evoking a faint feeling of danger without being obnoxious.
In contrast, Nel's was pure white, standing out in an entirely different way—but also tasteful, with a light blue shirt and white tie.
Both of them were practically glowing after all the spa treatments and careful work the stylists made with makeup to make it look like they had no makeup and were just naturally so perfect.
Even compared to all the actors gathered here, the charisma these two exuded made women swoon a little! At the same time, journalists were already coming up with future headlines about the couple in their head. Things like, 'Demon and angel—how fast will those new stars rise?'
Tristan showed the cameras a practiced devilish smile and waved with fake casualness, making sure to hold the most striking poses he could as he walked. Even through the bright camera flashes, he managed to meet eyes with a few people present, striking an even better impression!
Nelson just grinned and waved with both hands, showing with all his face how glad he was to be here. But that heartfelt attitude, compared to the more refined of most other Hollywood people, was immediately endearing to many observers.
"It's that him? Asher Ilom?"
Josh the journalist gasped and looked in the same direction.
"He is! Huh, why is he moving like that? Artists can be eccentric sometimes, of course, and I heard some things like these about Mr. Ilom, but—won't he walk on the red carpet at least?.."
From what Tristan saw, the man clearly wanted to avoid the red carpet as much as possible. However, he was a head taller than most gathered people and stood out despite his best attempts.
In no time, the man was surrounded by journalists and cameras, and forced to reluctantly speak with them. Even Josh swam through the crowd toward Ilom, clearly finding him a more interesting target.
"How weird. This is his own opening event—shouldn't he be glad that there's all this attention? Instead, this guy seems like he's in huge trouble," Nel commented, staring at the ring of people around Ilom. "I want to help him out, but I have no idea how."
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Tristan tilted his head slightly.
"Well, this man was the one who invited us here despite having no connection with us, so he sure deserves some gratitude from us. And, we are supposed to just be networking and meeting new people, as Mr. Derek asked. Might as well start with this guy."
Nel's eyes lit up.
"You have a plan?"
"Not yet," Tristan said, grinning. "But I will come up with something, absolutely."
With those words, he marched toward Asher Ilom. His powerful aura made ordinary staff members and guests move from his way before he even approached them, but was this going to be enough to break through the hungry for news journalist sharks?