Second Life On The Red Carpet Novels & Stories

Sometimes small choices can have a huge impact on your life. Now, almost a year after I first set foot on the set of Death and Deadly Night, I'm standing with Orlando on the red carpet at the premiere. I'm wearing the most beautiful dress I've ever seen, a shimmery gown with dark silver accents, and my hair has been styled into cascading waves that hang down over my shoulder. I have no idea what I'm doing - there are so many lights, so many people shouting - but as long as Orlando's arm is around my waist, I don't care. I can face anything.

She looked unusually sober. ADELE'S POV Immediately I'd walked up the red carpet with Arsenio, answered the few ridiculous questions an interviewer asked, I immediately ran my eyes over the crowd of people searching for Carlo. He's completely dressed in white so he's likely to stand out amongst the crowd, right? Except, he's at a VVIP section again. I wanted to let go of Arsenio's arm as we walked up the red carpet but it might seem weird and people may be fast to catch on something.

I surely didn’t want him to. Grabbing his chin with my free hand I squeezed it and shook my head. He winked and pulled away, throwing back his glass. The red carpet was excruciating, worse than wedding party photos. Group shots, couple shots, individual shots. Shots of my ring, of Lukas kissing my ring. Lukas being a caveman and picking me up. My tits nearly tumbled out in front of several celebrities and a hundred photogs and I was not amused. But I knew it was the image and what was expected, especially when the rest of the guys did the same. Loud, rough and rowdy even if no longer single.

The second our hands connected, the noise doubled. “THE SILVER VEIL!” “LOOK AT THEM!” “WHO IS SHE REALLY?” I lifted my chin as I stood. Brian leaned closer, his lips barely brushing my ear. “Ready to make them lose their minds?” I laughed softly. “They already have.” We stepped onto the red carpet together. People stopped walking. Conversations died mid-sentence. Even seasoned designers stared openly. Phones were raised. Reporters pushed forward. I really felt like a princess or something. “She’s stunning.”

’ ‘If the intention is charity, who could hate that? But some netizens were still cynical. ‘Pretending to be happy even though her husband… ah, never mind!’ ‘Old scandals, now seeking public sympathy.’ Still, positive comments dominated overwhelmingly, and several celebrities also voiced their support. ‘Ruby Moon returns not with drama, but with heart. Proud of you!’ After the live ended, Maia calmly closed Ruby’s laptop. “Finally… I hope everything will go well.”

Audrey and Killian knew he would want them to celebrate him here in the best and craziest way possible. As soon as the door to the limo was opened, all Audrey could see was the camera flashing on her face. There were so many paparazzi and reporters covering the story. Audrey took Killian’s hand as he led her down the red carpet. Not giving a care in the world, Audrey waved and walked confidently with a smile on her face. She had come a long way since the first time she walked down this carpet two years ago with Caspian and Killian. Caspian would be so proud.

The red satin material clinged perfectly to my curves, as the back completely exposed my tan flesh for all to see. As the limo pulled up in front of the event my palms began to sweat as I knew what awaited me. I had waited all this week for this day to come and I just hoped that it went as I planned it out in my head. My limo door opened and the driver lent me his hand to exit the limo. Taking his hand, I stepped out and was bombarded with flashes of light coming from the media’s cameras as they tried to get the best pictures of the elite. As I began to walk up the red carpet I heard, “Ms. Thomas, a photo please” from multiple photographers. I turned and paused, giving them the photo that th

And it was the right time. The beginning of the evening was very moving, the arrival of personalities, great actors of the century, the most famous producers with breathtaking turnover, stars of series, films, reality shows. Suddenly the presentation of the carpet was inaugurated, red. They were unpacking in numbers and models, these rich and rich kids. The paparazzi were there, their presence was most accumulating. The flashes of the cameras painted the places with white flashes. After several poses on the red carpet, everyone headed into the large party room to celebrate the particles of the great "Cinéxywood party years" event.

For the second time, just like it was in the first Gala. “Don’t get distracted,” he murmured, snapping me out of my thoughts. “I’m not,” I replied, even though my pulse disagreed seeing this much crowd for the second time. In seconds my heel touched the stone. The red carpet beneath it was almost blinding under the chandeliers hanging from the hall entrance. And gold light spilled down the staircase as photographers stood behind velvet ropes. “Second gala.” I muttered to myself. Second time stepping into a world that felt like it could swallow me whole.