From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Sweat slightly dampened her bangs, and a few stray hairs stuck to her temples. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, but still couldn't hide her sickly fragility.

However, her crystal-clear amber eyes quietly shone like star stones, stubborn and resilient, with an inherent heroic spirit.

The fine lines at the corners of her eyes and forehead revealed the traces of time, but the cleanliness and clarity in her pupils still carried a sense of girlishness.

Silently, she captured attention just like that.

The corners of her lips lifted slightly, silently mouthing, "Thank you."

She took the handkerchief and mineral water from Anson, completely ignoring the Chanel fashion show unfolding before her. She opened the mineral water bottle and gulped down two large mouthfuls, casually wiping the sweat from her forehead, then swept her neat short hair back, revealing her angelic face, the light in her eyes and face gradually returning.

She possessed a natural, unrestrained ease.

Snap.

Resting her elbow on her knee, she drooped her head, turned to the side, and looked at Anson again, letting out a long breath, as if finally relaxing, but without greeting Anson, she looked towards the back of Anson and gently raised her chin, "Hey."

Anson followed her gaze and turned his head.

Anna's face was calm, as if she hadn't seen the signal at all, her attention completely focused on the runway, not even twitching an eyebrow.

Anson wasn't surprised—

Don't be fooled by Anna's approachable appearance these past two days. Anson definitely hadn't forgotten Anna's reputation. This kind of arrogance and aloofness was the norm.

No response didn't mean no information. Clearly, Anna's attitude was very clear:

Watch the show.

At this moment, nothing was more important than the show in front of them. They shouldn't be distracted.

Anson withdrew his gaze and looked at the lady next to him again.

Even though it was an awkward and embarrassing situation, she didn't seem to mind at all, baring her teeth and making a funny face, exclaiming, "Opps."

After that, she turned her head to look at Anson again, not avoiding the embarrassing situation. Beneath her fragile and innocent face was a rebellious spirit, but it wasn't sharp, more like a quirky cleverness.

A smile flashed in Anson's eyes. Seeing her so energetic, he knew that the pain from just now should have passed, and he was slightly relieved.

Anson tilted his head slightly, turned his back to Anna, and put his finger on his lips, "Shh," while also making a funny face, deliberately acting cautious and tiptoeing, echoing the previous "Opps."

Like middle school students goofing off in class under the teacher's nose.

Smiles crept onto both of their faces, but neither of them said anything more, turning their heads to look at the runway, pretending to watch the show—

They hadn't forgotten their position, the front row of the Chanel fashion show.

Although the spotlights of the show were aimed at the runway, every move of the VIP seats in the front row was placed under a microscope, everyone was watching.

After all, those who could appear here were all people of importance.

The one next to Anson was no exception.

You couldn't tell when her stomach was hurting, because her cheeks were completely hidden behind her hair; but after the pain subsided, her eyes, which had regained their vitality, immediately revealed her true identity.

Winona Ryder.

This actress became famous at a young age. When she starred in "Edward Scissorhands" and entered the public eye, she was only nineteen years old. Her aura-filled appearance made her shine in the nineties. "Little Women", "The Age of Innocence", "Bram Stoker's Dracula", "Girl, Interrupted", and other works are widely known.

Without a doubt, this is an actress with a wealth of spirit and imagination in her performances. However, the surge of early fame ignited the unease deep in her heart, and the scars of family abandonment, school bullying, and so on triggered a stress response.

In the late nineties, Winona went through a turbulent and unstable dark period, and also suffered a backstab from her friend Gwyneth Paltrow, directly sliding into an endless abyss.

The script for "Shakespeare in Love" was originally an invitation for Winona to play the lead role. Winona casually placed the script on the desk in the living room. Gwyneth came to Winona's house to play, and after seeing the script, she secretly swiped it, seriously studied the script, and then found the producer to recommend herself, eventually landing the role.

The following year, "Shakespeare in Love" defeated "Saving Private Ryan" to win the Oscar for Best Picture, and Gwyneth also won the Oscar for Best Actress for this role.

Rather than saying that Winona regretted missing "Shakespeare in Love" and missing the Oscar, it is better to say that Winona could not accept the concealment and betrayal of her friend. Standing in front of fame and fortune, the so-called friendship could not stand the test at all.

Even now, Winona is still in her own low period, unable to get out, somewhat like Leonardo DiCaprio these years.

Anson knew that Paris Fashion Week was full of stars. He had already experienced it these past few days, even creating the illusion that all the artists had flocked to Paris; but meeting Winona at the Chanel fashion show was still a small surprise.

However, the circumstances of the meeting were not so good. Anson wasn't sure if Winona minded showing her most embarrassing and worst side.

At least, the remaining runway show didn't have any problems for the time being.

Eyes fell on industry leaders like Anna, trying to get to the bottom of things, but Anna had already put on her sunglasses, blocking all scrutiny.

The whole audience stood up and applauded.

Karl came on stage to take a bow, and Anna took Anson backstage to thank Karl.

Although there were thousands of people going backstage, adding Anson didn't make much difference; but today Karl invited Anson to come, even if it was just a brief meeting, Anson needed to express his gratitude.

Sure enough, the backstage was packed.

Karl did want to communicate with Anson more about Anson's look today, they hadn't had a chance to delve into it in depth, Karl was very curious about the source of Anson's inspiration; but Karl was too busy, he didn't even have time to breathe, Anson waited patiently for a while, then politely said goodbye.

Anna also had Anna's busyness, she was undoubtedly a focus, so when Anson returned to the front, he was the only one.

He was looking for Eddie or Edgar in the crowd, but he saw Winona first—

An invisible small open space was cleared around her, forming a sharp contrast with the noisy groups around her, making it not easy to ignore her.

Standing quietly in the surging crowd, Winona seemed particularly light and fragile, as if a slight breeze could sweep her beyond the clouds.

Anson paused slightly, and still took the initiative to walk towards Winona.

"Hey, miss, are you waiting for someone?"

He greeted her half-jokingly.

Winona looked over when she heard the sound, and a smile brightly bloomed on the corners of her lips, completely relaxing her slightly tired cheeks, looking at Anson's eyes generously, "Yes, I'm waiting for you."