A group of people entered the auditorium.
Led by attendants, they took their seats. Inside was warm with the air conditioning on, and the coldness enveloped in warmth.
They were seated in the second row, with the first row occupied by well-known directors, producers, and some big shots who had achieved remarkable results in the industry.
Caroline Edwin had just sat down when she noticed the man in front of her looked very familiar. On closer inspection, she realized it was her uncle Ernie Daniel, whom she hadn't seen for a long time.
"It's really cold outside, my face froze smiling as I walked the red carpet, and it felt like my feet were trembling with each step, aching with cold."
Alison Thomson sat beside her, rubbing her stiff and chilly arms. Her tense nerves relaxed, and her thigh muscles also loosened.
Before Caroline could say anything, Ernie, who was sitting in the front row, turned around. His face was rugged, emitting the mature scent of a man's hormones.
