The Number One Star in the Interstellar Era

Chapter 699: ADVANCED SCREENING



Chapter 699: ADVANCED SCREENING



IT was standard for films to hold screenings before their official release. Advanced screenings typically welcomed invited fans, while press screenings catered to critics and media. For [Serendipitous Summer], the studio opted for a combined event—hosting press, critics, and select fans together two days before the movie's official premiere.


The screening was held in a medium-sized theater near the capital's center—not the grandest venue, but one with impeccable acoustics and a reputation for hosting prestigious film events. Right now, under the glow of camera flashes, the red carpet event was in full swing.


The supporting cast had already made their entrance—men in tailored suits, women in flowing gowns. Now, only the leads and director remained. As murmurs of anticipation spread through the crowd, a black flying limousine glided to the carpet's edge, its doors parting with a near-silent hum.


The limousine's passenger door slid open, and a young man stepped onto the carpet. His jet-black hair curled in soft waves, perfectly framing a face that seemed carved from moonlight. He wore EMMA's latest Chrome Collection—a liquid-silver suit that draped like mercury over his shoulders.


Astrid Townsend paused at the door, then turned back with effortless grace, offering his hand toward the still-open interior—palm up, as if waiting for someone to come down.


A dainty, unmistakably feminine hand settled atop Astrid's. Charlotte Anderson emerged—caramel-brown hair spilling in loose waves over one shoulder, her emerald-green eyes bright under the flashing lights. She wore a backless midnight-blue gown, its silk skirt split to the thigh and embroidered with silver diamond-like gems.


Astrid's fingers closed gently around hers as she stepped onto the carpet. The two of them paused for the cameras before moving forward together.


"So, this is it, huh," Charlotte mumbled as she smiled at the cameras flashing at them.


Astrid glanced down at Charlotte and noticed the faint tremor in her hand. "Don't worry," he said. "We made a good film—the results will prove it."


And he believed that—truly. It wasn't just bias as one of the film's stars, but hard-earned confidence in the work they'd poured into it. With a cast that delivered, a production team that refused to cut corners, and Director Hale's sharp direction, failure wasn't just unlikely—it was impossible.



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