Second Life On The Red Carpet 소설 & 이야기

She said shocked, how did he even get her number . THE BANQUET. Celebrities and aristocrats arrived one by one with their expensive cars , reporters were taking a lot of pictures so camera lights were everywhere. A porshe car stops in front of the red carpet and reporters surrounded it but bodyguards made them maintain their distance. Rylan steps out handsomely dressed in a Turkish suit and Crystal came out next beautifully dressed in a long off shoulder ruby gown with slit. Reporters were screaming countless questions about who she is and whether they're dating.

A familiar pain surged through me as I opened my eyes, and a blinding white light hung overhead. “Look at our son, Tanya—look how adorable he is,” my husband, Damien Slater, said as he cradled a baby at the edge of the hospital bed, his smile warm and bright. I glanced around the room, then at Damien’s youthful face, and the realization hit me: I had been reborn. This was the very day I had given birth in my previous life—the same day my own child had been killed by this monster!

I was about waltzing in when Aaron drew me closer crossed his arm over mine, he stared down on me and asked “ready to enjoy the night of a lifetime.” I nodded rapidly, and we proceeded, striding down a vividly endless array of red carpet, a vibrant array of crimson luxury. The entrance was choked, everyone spots on with cameras around their necks each sending his own barrage of blinding lights. “Over here” one called “no to me” another said. Each fighting to get the perfect shot. We took out seat as the light dim, the conspicuously fat lady began. It’s opera,I said to my self, yay me!

Cassandra’s POV “Come on! It’s staring!” Stella squealed, motioning for us all to join her. We were at Dillon’s, eagerly awaiting the start of the televised red carpet event for the launch of Lucinda Starke’s new movie. True to her word, Lucinda had ordered a custom dress from Hot House Design to wear to the event. I’d worked tirelessly on the dress myself, making sure that it was perfect. Now it was time to watch her prance down the red carpet in it.

She knew how much her little girl was obsessed with Zaire and looked forward to meeting him. So Lotus had to show Zaire how well they had lived without him and what he was missing. She had to make him regret it before dumping his sorry ass. “Yes. Baby.” “Mom. That’s great.” . . . Repeated camera-clicking noise and lighting filled the red carpet. Beautiful celebrities graced the red carpet with their unique style and outfits. They posed, took snaps, did interviews, and interacted with the fans who screamed and called out for them. As soon as Aster arrived, a louder scream that overwhelmed the other celebrities immediately resounded.

Two days later In the expansive banquet hall, bathed in a soft light of pale yellow, rich red carpet curtains stand in stark contrast to the ethereal white drapes cascading from the ceiling to the walls. Adorning the room are bouquets of fresh white, yellow, and red roses, infusing the air with their delicate fragrance. Outside, the relentless press and paparazzi clamor for a glimpse of the event, their presence a testament to the magnitude of the occasion.

But she hadn’t even sensed his presence back then… Before she could even further inquire, however, Zivon quickly added, “Either way, I pushed your red carpet entry to last place, so you can continue relaxing for now… Also, if you still feel unwell, I could always cancel it for you.” …Oh God. How could she have forgotten that she still needed to walk on the red carpet?! Quickly sitting up, she then said, “I-I’m suddenly feeling much better, though… is it really fine for me to switch my appearance to last place…? Isn’t that usually reserved for the most important people…?” She, for one, didn’t want to end up getting targeted because of that… Chuckling in response, Zivon then gently pinched her

PARKER I don’t trip walking the red carpet. That’s the first miracle of the night. I keep my chin lifted, my smile bright, and my steps smooth in the heels Harrison insisted on buying me to match the gown. I can feel the subtle weight of eyes, flashbulbs, curated curiosity—VT Global’s gala is the event tonight. There are camera crews, influencers, industry powerhouses. Clients. Enemies. Frenemies. It’s a show, and I’m one of the main acts.

She may not be the phoenix Luna but like a phoenix, she will rise from the ashes and reinvent herself. She will learn to live again, to make her happiness something only she can determine. It won’t be because of the way a man treats her, never again. She will never give anyone that much power over her again. The red carpet is teeming with pack members looking their very best like tonight is the blood moon festival, smiles on all their faces. The lights are glittering, the design ethereal, the colour scheme and mix for the decorations are all so beautiful and well done. Tatum must have spared no expense on making tonight a memorable night for Carmela.

They highlighted my gorgeous skin and made my Pearl necklace pop. My accessories are very specific too. A double-layered pearl bracelet fixed on my left wrist, diamond earrings right under my neatly styled red hair, and glossy pink lips lined with a brown lip liner to match the dress. Tonight I was making a statement, and the impression would last for as long as it could. As I came onto the red carpet, the audience roared in excitement. The paparazzi yelled my name, their voices mixing into a frenzied frenzy. Questions were flung at me—some about the affair, others about my unexpected return to public life.