My Darling Superstar
Then he turned to her, his expression unreadable.
Emily stared at him, her brows furrowed. “What are we doing here?”
Charles smirked. “Emily… cinema house… of course to watch a movie,” he said, his voice laced with mockery.
She didn’t laugh. “You have a private theater bigger than this entire building. Why here?”
Instead of answering, Charles reached into the backseat and pulled out a black cap, a disposable black face mask, and a hoodie. He slipped them on with practiced ease, transforming from the city’s most recognizable face into just another guy on the street.