Doted by Many: I became the Top-Tier Celebrity!-Chapter 404 - 403: Can One Have Both?

Tiana Thorne calmed herself down but didn’t hear a reply from the other side.

Then she heard the same man’s voice again, "Alright, they’ll probably film from a distance, otherwise with the curtains closed, I’ll act accordingly when the time comes."

He was talking on the phone.

Tiana lightly furrowed her brows and immediately understood what the other party intended.

They planned to embarrass her during the filming of a rape scene on her wedding night.

Considering this, the man on the phone should be an extra playing the prince from another kingdom.

She hadn’t had the chance to look at the cast list yet, so she didn’t know who it was.

However...

Tiana’s eyes narrowed slightly, an icy curve forming, her lips curled with a hint of playful defiance.

Heh.

If they wanted to turn fiction into reality with her, they’d better have some skill, wouldn’t they?

Once she returned, she immediately sought out Joel Fletcher.

He was directing the staff to arrange the three-principality’s mansion for the wedding day.

"Director Fletcher."

"What’s up?" Joel asked.

Tiana politely said, "Could you let me see the detailed cast list?"

"No problem."

Joel nodded and walked to the desk, picked up the document, and pulled out the cast list: "All the actor information is here. Look through it and put it back in place."

"Alright, thank you."

Joel then said, "Check who you’re filming the scene with, get familiar."

"Hmm." Tiana nodded again, currently looking like a well-behaved student.

After Joel left, Tiana purposefully flipped to the male actor playing The Mongian Kingdom’s prince.

Loomis Hughes, twenty-four years old.

His status in the entertainment circle was similar to hers at present, not exactly famous, but not without fame either.

His features weren’t bad, brows clear and eyes beautiful, he didn’t seem like a lewd person, truly proving the saying: knowing one’s face but not one’s heart.

She was curious about who called him.

What grievances did she have with them?

They used such degrading and vile means to trouble her.

Upon recollection, she realized she had offended too many people and couldn’t identify who it was.

After putting down the materials, May Sloane came over.

May asked with a smile, "Tiana, working so earnestly?"

"Are you familiar with Loomis Hughes?"

"Not really, what’s up?" May asked.

Tiana raised a brow, "Investigate him for me. I want everything, don’t miss any detail."

May saw a fleeting hint of ruthlessness in her eyes and felt a chill, guessing that this man had offended Tiana.

She didn’t ask much, just nodded, "Okay, after you finish this scene, I should have the info."

Tiana looked at the outside sky; it was about three hours until nightfall.

Director Grant would first film her and Agnes Rivers’ wedding ceremony; after that, it would be dark enough to film the nuptial chamber scene.

"Tiana, change into another bridal gown, the makeup needs some modifications too," May reminded.

"Hmm."

Half an hour for outfit and makeup adjustments.

When Tiana emerged from the dressing room, she immediately captured everyone’s attention.

This phoenix robe on her not only accented her beauty but also radiated the stately demeanor of an empress, her every word and move exuded nobility, the garments were too splendid, colors like a red peony so beautiful it captivated all hearts.

She walked serenely, like a beauty stepping out from a painting.

Instantly, whispers were heard.

"Tiana Thorne suits ancient costumes so well, two bridal gowns have two distinct flavors."

"So beautiful indeed."

"Looking at her now, Gwen Boyce might not even compare to her beauty."

May wore a smile, her brows full of pride.

Tiana in her charming appearance, dressed in ancient attire, the features still bore an antique aura, very enchanting.

Soon, Director Grant shouted, "All actors, take your positions."

Everyone gathered around.

At this moment, Agnes Rivers, playing the Third Prince, came from another direction.

Tiana roughly understood why Agnes had so many female fans.

Seeing him from afar, one could feel his charming arrogance, the red ceremonial robe accentuating his handsomeness further.

His dark hair was both smooth and flowing, brows sharply slanting into the temples, a nicely formed nose bridge, highly distinctive features, with a smile more carefree.

Previously, during the scene filmed below the imperial city, it was too distant to see closely, only felt that this man’s acting was good, those eyes quite expressive.

Now, looking up close, she couldn’t help but admire, what a handsome and graceful gentleman, truly pleasing to the eyes.

Suddenly, she thought of Aiden Shaw.

If the Fourth Master Aiden also donned ancient costumes, with three thousand strands of black hair, perhaps he’d be strikingly handsome too.

He approached Tiana, extending his hand: "Agnes Rivers."

"Tiana Thorne." She responded, handing over her hand.

A gentlemanly handshake before releasing.

"Chelsea, this needs some bearing."

Tiana raised her lips, her smile still very sweet, "Third Prince may be heartless in the play, but outside the play, please be tender with me."

Agnes smiled, very charming, "Alright."

This marked their acquaintance.

Then, the director shouted, "Places, everyone."

Outside, the extras were peering around from the door, while inside the dignitaries had taken their seats.

The Emperor and Empress sat at the forefront, their smiles sincere.

In just a moment, the old-time atmosphere was recreated, letting others quiet down and appreciate the upcoming scenes.

Tiana was draped in a red veil, her vision enveloped in red, extremely festive.

The director cued, Agnes led her slowly.

She gently bowed her head, her lips smiling, at this moment discarding previous sorrow, charming yet gentle, extraordinarily captivating.

Step by step, they came before the Emperor and Empress.

Hosted personally by the chief eunuch of the palace.

Looking at the two newlyweds, he shrieked:

"First bow to heaven and earth."

"Second bow to the parents."

"Husband and wife bow to each other."

"Ceremony complete!"

Agnes placed his hands on her shoulders, helping her rise, gazing into her eyes, his expression had shifted, seemingly reluctant, yet heartless.

Generally, this scene tends to cause giggles, especially for the newlyweds, eyeing each other affectionately, almost forgetfully.

But their acting was quite remarkable, immersing in emotion to a high standard, too engrossed to detach, everything naturally passed smoothly in one take.

When the director called cut, Tiana removed her veil, her gaze unintentionally swept over Loomis sitting in the front row, he bowed his head, appearing to be plotting something.

Agnes looked at her beautiful face, teasing his character in the play: "Charles Windsor favors beauty, but loves the kingdom more, losing the beauty, suffering half a lifetime."

Seeming casually asked: "Tiana, do you think, can one have both the kingdom and the beauty?"

Tiana withdrew her gaze, looked up at him, smiling lightly, "Of course you can."

Agnes was intrigued, "How would you do that?"

Tiana pondered about the play, Charles and Chelsea indeed quite tragically, but it wasn’t a dead end.