When he opened his eyes again, his assistant had already pulled him away.
Only then did he realize, the flashes were aid at Hannah.
Other artists would have liked their gowns welded to them, aiming for a stunning capture tonight.
Only Hannah had changed into sothing comfortable and loose early on, even removing her makeup.
At most, she had applied so lipstick.
Yet even so, she was still the center of attention in the crowd.
Assistant Lowe saw John Lynch staring and couldn’t help but say to him, "Once you follow Sister Winter more, you’ll understand. These are small scenes; when I went abroad with her before..."
Outside the venue, reporters and fans had ford circle after circle.
This was John Lynch’s first ti so close to the center of cara focus, like them, these unknown minor artists, even if walking the red carpet, would not garner so much attention.
In this mont, it felt like a seed had fallen into his heart.
Looking up again, seeing the envious or jealous glances from his forr teammates in the distance, John Lynch suddenly felt relieved.
He rembered the words he had heard outside the door.
He had never imagined that one day soone would think of him as a future superstar.
Even he had never dared to hope for it.
But Hannah believed in him.
He would try... try not to let her down.
The interview was over.
John Lynch left along with Hannah’s team.
They took the VIP passage, which was much quieter.
Even if there were people, everyone just greeted each other and left.
Hannah walked ahead, looking down at her phone.
John Lynch was debating whether or not to go up and thank Hannah.
Earlier in the lounge, he had been too nervous, his voice trembling, and he had even forgotten to say a formal thank you.
But with so many people around, he was a bit nervous.
Just as he had finally gathered the courage to approach, he saw the person who had been looking at her phone suddenly look up.
Then, with a face full of surprise, she ran forward and threw her arms around a man.
The small flas that had appeared were extinguished with a "hiss" by water.
Hannah tiptoed, almost hanging her entire body on Arnold Simmons, her eyes dark and shiny, like a coquettish cat.
Her whole body was soft, still carrying the sweet taste of the milk candy she had sneaked at the dinner.
Arnold Simmons ran his hand through her hair and pinched her soft cheek, his voice filled with laughter, "Are you that happy to see ?"
"Of course I’m happy," she proactively pressed her face against Arnold’s lips, "I haven’t seen you for almost a month, you’ve been busier than ."
She complained coquettishly, her cheeks puffing up.
Arnold lowered his voice to comfort her, "In the coming ti, I’ll stay in the country, always with you."
"Will you stay with even when I’m working?"
"Yes, wherever you go, I’ll be with you."
She was pleased, her smile blooming on her face, yet she reined it in, very haughtily, "That’s more like it."
The two of them stood together, a perfect match.
From a distance, no one could hear their conversation, but the affection between their actions was evident.
Jack Stewart had long been used to it; turning his head to see John Lynch’s sowhat pale face, he spoke again, "Good things, good people, everyone wants them, but knowing your place is crucial, otherwise you’ll end up like those two over there."
John Lynch slowly raised his head, following Jack Stewart’s gaze.
In the other corner.
Jackie Qualls and Louis Snyder were rarely standing together, followed by Hayes Edwards.
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