From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

In the end, she said it after all.

Anne Hathaway felt a sense of relief. She had thought this might be the most terrifying and worst moment of her eighteen years of life, but after truly facing it, she discovered that it didn't seem so scary.

Of course, scary was still scary. Her cheeks were burning fiercely, hot enough to fry an egg; but the earth-shattering event she had imagined did not occur.

So, Anne didn't avoid it. She mustered her courage to look at the flight attendant, looked at the other party's astonished eyes, nodded gently, and gave confirmation again.

Flight attendant: …Huh?

This flight attendant was also a little flustered. She never expected the truth to be like this. She tried to hide it, but her eyes still betrayed her emotions.

Despite this, her rich experience allowed her to calm down. She showed Anne a smile, "It's okay, everything will pass."

Withdrawing her gaze and standing up straight, when she looked at Anson again, the flight attendant noticed that Anson was slightly different from what she had imagined.

No anger, no anxiety, no ridicule, no mockery.

He had none of the negative emotions after being wronged and misunderstood. He always maintained composure and calmness, patiently waiting for communication, patiently waiting for the truth to come out.

Even in a fleeting exchange of glances, there was no condescending smugness, still calm and composed.

The flight attendant couldn't help but feel a little admiration. She crouched down next to Anson, looking up at him from below, "I'm sorry, sir, please forgive my misunderstanding."

Anson waved his hand gently, "You were just performing your duty. It's good that the misunderstanding is cleared up."

His faint smile had the carefree air of 'waving his sleeves without taking away a cloud.' The flight attendant couldn't help but linger her gaze for a moment longer.

Quietly, they exchanged glances.

Then, the flight attendant nodded slightly, stood up, turned around, and returned to the ranks of her colleagues, preparing to see off the passengers for landing. A noisy array of gazes were cast over, seeking the truth of the unexpected situation just now, both worried and curious. Before she could speak, someone noticed the details.

"Ah, why are you smiling so happily? Could there be something going on?"

The flight attendant was stunned. She subconsciously raised her hand, trying to touch the corner of her mouth. Only then did she realize that she had unconsciously revealed a smile. She turned around and looked at the man's position again, a gleam of light flowing in her eyes.

Not only the flight attendants, but also the surrounding gossiping gazes surrounded the two protagonists, trying to figure out the ins and outs of the matter.

Anson didn't mind.

He met those gazes with a calm expression and clear eyes. Not only did he not avoid them, he even took the initiative to look over, showing a smile and nodding in greeting.

Such a gesture was better than a thousand words. This was the best response—

I'm not embarrassed, you are.

Instead, those probing gazes shrank back under Anson's gaze. The scene was like minesweeping, and the surroundings quickly quieted down.

"I'm sorry. It's all because of me."

Anne also noticed. Without needing explanation, she knew what was going on. This gentleman was not only not angry, but also took the initiative to help.

Her voice was full of annoyance and frustration, and her shoulders drooped again.

Anson withdrew his gaze and turned to look over.

Now the girl had finally calmed down. Although she was still a mess, and still had some baby fat, unable to find the Audrey Hepburn-like temperament of the future, the brilliance flowing between her bright eyes and white teeth could already reveal the outline, confirming Anson's previous vague guess.

This, should be Anne Hathaway.

The "Princess Diaries" crew, after careful consideration, finally finalized the heroine—

Until the final sprint stage, everyone in the crew still believed that Liv Tyler would stand out. Even Garry Marshall himself expressed his agreement. The unique charm Liv showed in the movie "Stealing Beauty" would undoubtedly inject brilliance into the role of Mia. This was the right choice.

However, Garry could never forget Anne Hathaway. He was deeply impressed by Anne's reaction during the audition when she accidentally fell off the chair due to nervousness and was controlled by shyness, her cheeks flushed red. This was completely the Mia that Garry had in mind.

So, how to choose?

To everyone's surprise, Garry's granddaughters believed that Anne should be chosen because she had "princess hair." This became the key to changing the battle.

Anne stood out and won the role in "The Princess Diaries."

Luck?

Maybe a little.

The filming location was in a remote paradise, with inconvenient transportation; moreover, in 2000, the United States did not have direct flights to New Zealand.

So, after a long journey and many detours, Anne finally returned to the civilized world.

Looking at the girl in front of him, she was just an ordinary, slightly naive high school student, without any of the brilliance she would display on the big screen in the future; even if she was chosen as the lead in a mainstream commercial film, the future was still unknown, and it was impossible to know whether the film would be successful.

More precisely, at this moment, the most important thing for Anne was not the acting opportunity in "The Princess Diaries," but the most embarrassing moment of her life.

Although she had calmed down, her cheeks were still fiery red.

It was obvious that she was still young and thin-skinned. A little thing made her want to crawl into a hole in the ground; after entering society and going through various situations for a few years, her skin would slowly thicken, and she would be able to face things calmly.

As someone who had been through it all, Anson seemed much more at ease.

Anson knew that if he was too serious now, it would probably be even more embarrassing, so it was better to joke around.

"So, you're not embarrassed now?"

Anne's eyes widened, unable to believe her ears, full of innocence and astonishment. She stared at Anson blankly for a moment, and then caught the smile in Anson's eyes, like moonlight flowing on a trickling stream, a mischievous tease flashing past.

Ah!

Anne was very flustered. Embarrassed, she lowered her head and looked away, heavily patting her head. As a result, she used too much force and couldn't help but grimace, but she didn't dare to cry out in pain. She had already embarrassed herself, and there was really no need to add another item. She took a few deep breaths, trying to control herself.

She muttered dejectedly.

"Yeah. Embarrassing. So embarrassing. Can't we just pretend that nothing happened just now?"

The corners of Anson's mouth turned up slightly, "And then wait for the plane to dock, we'll just sit in place like wooden people, avoiding each other's eyes, imitating an old couple who have been married for forty years, close at hand but ignoring each other?"

Anne secretly glanced up at Anson, muttering vaguely, "Yes, isn't that great? I don't know you, you don't know me, it's best if we never meet again. It's like nothing ever happened."

Second update. Extra update in the evening.