The woman standing before him wore an elegant off-shoulder outfit that seemed effortlessly refined.
Her straight black hair framed her face like silk, her complexion pale as fresh snow, with a natural blush warming her cheeks.
Her makeup was flawless, subtle yet striking, and her lips carried the precise tint of someone who understood aesthetics down to the smallest detail.
He recognized her instantly.
Jacqueline
The Jacqueline of Hollywood.
One of the most influential figures in the entire industry. It was often said that without her approval, no rising star could truly succeed.
Seeing her in person felt unreal, as though a figure had stepped out of a painting.
She smiled slightly, waiting.
Theodore scrambled to his feet. "I am so sorry," he blurted out. "I did not answer your question. The seat is not taken. Please, sit."
