Winnie stood in front of the mirror, carefully examining her look, then picked up her phone and took a selfie to send to Van.

Winnie: Does it look good?

Van responded quickly, his tone flat: It's okay.

Winnie bit her lip, unable to resist asking: Mr. Marlowe, will you watch me on the red carpet?

Van's reply was still brief and direct: No time.

Elva's assistants were busy packing up, and half an hour later, they left with bags and packages. Elva breathed a sigh ...