Chapter 28
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"Leo, girls all over the world will go crazy for you!"
Margaret was letting the makeup artist flex and adjust on her face when she heard her stylist shouting praises to Mr. Million Dollar Man off to the side.
Right now, every corner of the world is suffering from global Leonardo mania.
No one in the world knows what it means to be an overnight success more than this handsome blonde-haired, blue-eyed man.
Though he'd been a big name in Hollywood before, after the ship, his influence on the hearts of young girls was almost as great as that of God.
Leonardo DiCaprio, one of the hottest stars in American cinema, is wearing a black suit from GUCCI, ready to walk the Oscars red carpet with Margot.
It's not that long ago that he refused to attend the Oscars because the old boys at the Academy didn't even give him a nomination.
So the leading lady, Kate Winslet, had to make a deal to attend in tandem with Carl's character, Billy Zane.
Even James Cameron called Leo a "spoiled brat" for not attending the Oscars.
But now he's volunteered to be Margaret's red carpet date.
I guess no one knows what this brand new superstar is up to except God and himself.
Wasn't he sworn to sulk with the Academy Awards before?
Leonardo would never admit that he's been searching the IMDB discussion group, the world's largest movie database on the Internet, and even following the "Who's Margaret's real boyfriend" thread.
A dozen days ago, a journalist intern named Peter Parker accidentally snapped a photo of the Man of Steel flying through the air with Margot in his arms, and it got a lot of attention.
As a result, Tony Stark's support in the legitimate boyfriend discussion skyrocketed.
And Leo, whose support has dropped, is very upset... what's the big deal, he and Margo even watched a movie all night in a Hilton hotel suite.
The capricious Mr. Man-Maniac called Brian Lord directly and invited Margo to be his red carpet date.
Back in the moment, Leo is about to walk down the red carpet at the Oscars, wearing what looks like an understated, restrained sword-collar suit, but is in fact exquisitely detailed and more than a little glamorously suave.
Even the best stylists can only look at him with admiration.
Margaret thought he'd hit on a hundred chicks in this outfit.
GUCCI menswear, which was being dominated by Tom Ford, was not so kind to men, unlike British suits, which were kind enough to add shoulder pads to cover up your sloping shoulders and, by the way, cover up your beer belly with heavy, wrinkle-free fabrics.
In front of Tom Ford's menswear, if you are a middle-aged man with an out-of-shape body, it will be a disaster.
But our Mr. Box Office Bombshell of the Century, who is over six feet tall, a little on the thin side, with smooth shoulders and back, is a picture-perfect match for this suit.
Margo looked at his glistening blonde hair and eyes like the deep blue sea, "You really do look better thinner."
Leo: "...... I've never been fat."
Margaret shrugs her shoulders, "Who's to say about later."
Mr. Wannabe: ...... Shouldn't he be scheduling a couple of fitness classes a week?
While Leonardo was thinking about maintaining his body schedule, the makeup artist had finished Margaret's entire makeup, "Darling, you're just too perfect for words."
As one of the few women among Hollywood's top makeup artists, Ofer is best at creating a hydrated, plump, translucent and glowing complexion, which is what makes her one of the top makeup artists, in the fashion industry.
"The gowns, where are the gowns, Grant?" Evans, Margaret's head of public relations, called out the name of her assistant, Grant Ward.
Seconds later, Ward, a double-crossing undercover agent obsessed with stargazing, quickly brought in the gowns.
It's an exclusive customization by Dior's head designer John Galliano, the only one of its kind in the world.
"Gentlemen, it's time for the girls to change next." Public relations director Evans said politely.
Soon the two men who were shut out looked at each other - it was blatantly sexist!
Inside the bedroom, Margaret bares her body without a stitch of clothing as a couple of staff members very quickly put on her gown and complete the change.
The silver and red gown, from the hands of ghost designer John Galliano, was extravagant, wild, sultry, gorgeous and mysterious.
The cut-out silhouette with a plunging neckline lays out a woman's characteristic sensual curves, yet is so gorgeous that any detail is almost too strict.
At least when Leo saw Marguerite, surrounded by people, he thought he was in the French court at the height of romance.
Leonardo felt like Jack Dawson waiting in the crowd for Ruth's silhouette to appear in the final scene of the Titanic movie.
But unlike the English beauty who gave Jack a passionate kiss, the Rose of France at best took his arm and sat in the stretch Lincoln limousine.
Leonardo, who had always been unflappable in the circle of women, rarely heard his heart pounding.
Hell, if she heard it, he'd be so mortified he'd go jump in the ocean.
And Margo, of course, hadn't noticed his perversity; she was concentrating on keeping her skirt from wrinkling.
And so Mr. Million Dollar Man was not satisfied again -
Why is she ignoring me? How can you be so cold!
While Leo was sulking on his own, the limo was moving forward and was about to arrive at the Sacred Auditorium, the venue for the 70th Academy Awards.
Known as the most prestigious awards venue, the 6,500-seat auditorium first opened in 1926, and in recent years the organizers of the major awards shows have spent $15 million on renovations.
Today, the auditorium was decked out in grandeur, with reporters and fans gathered around the gates.
They've been waiting here for a long time, as the non-ticketed nature of the Oscars has caused even more fans to gather outside the venue by the red carpet.
Daisy Bell and her companion Blake White were in the middle of the crowd, looking at a stretch limo that was pulling up not far away.
"Could it be Margot?" Daisy asked her companion, having to raise her voice because of the noisy environment, "Who do you think is going to walk down the aisle with her? Jude Law?"
"The Hollywood Reporter says she's not inviting anyone from the outside world, and the red carpet male companion will presumably be one of the movie's creators, or Brian Lord?"
At that moment, the stretch limo pulled up, and the next second the doors opened, Daisy heard a deafening scream.
"It's Leo!"
"Oh my God! Leonardo DiCaprio is coming to the Oscars!"
"My sister is going to be furious, she didn't come to the Sacred Auditorium because she heard Leo wasn't attending, and now she's sitting in front of the TV, probably banging her head against the wall."
"But Kate already walked down the aisle with Carl's character ten minutes ago, didn't Leo have a date?"
"Leonardo is actually here!" Blake White reminded Daisy in a loud voice, realizing that the other woman wasn't blinking as she looked at the millionaire, "God, he's so handsome, ten times more handsome than a whole bunch of actors and actresses we just saw put together!"
The desperately screaming fans, along with the photographers who couldn't stop clicking their flashes, illustrated the atmosphere, with countless reporters shouting, "Leo, look at this! You're flawless!"
But instead of walking straight up the red carpet, Leonardo reached out his hand in a gentlemanly manner toward the car door.
Amidst earth-shattering screams, Leo's palm was held.
Her calves were the first to come into view, exquisitely beautiful to the point of taking one's breath away, and then her incomparably elegant stance appeared before everyone's eyes.
A brunette beauty in a silver-red gown with an overpowering beauty that healed everything.
At this moment, the Oscars viewership climbed again, and during the red carpet live broadcast, it went against the world to break through 45 million, creating a new high in recent years.
"Jesus Christ! It's Margaret Ajani!"
"God! She's smoking hot!"
"Oh my God! I need an ambulance! Leo's date is Margaret!"
"These must be two of the most beautiful people in the world! It's so unfair to the others when they stand together!"
"Margo! Look at this! Leo!" Countless reporters and fans frantically crowded forward.
So much for God coming down to earth.
Margaret walked down the red carpet at the Academy Awards on the arm of her millionaire male companion, and the pair drew wild screams from the crowd with just a wave.
A few of the girls let out screams at decibels that were barely human anymore.
The female host excitedly appeared on the live screen, when all the viewers in front of the TV, were waiting for her to ask the reason why Leonardo appeared on the Oscars red carpet today.
God! And even with Margaret!
But of course things didn't go as planned, and the red carpet host, surprisingly, just asked - Leo and Margo's opinion about their respective movie roles.
At the same time, countless viewers exploded into foul language together.
Leo and Margo stayed on the red carpet long enough, but apparently none of the reporters, wanted to photograph anyone other than the pair of classical beauties.
Jesus Christ! Tomorrow's newspaper sales are going to have to be hella high!
And the big bonuses the photojournalists are about to get make them push forward more and more playfully.
The well-dressed Leonardo on the red carpet, and the extravagant and sultry Margot, seemed to instantly bring people back to the paper-drunk twenties.
Leo moved closer to Margaret and whispered in her ear, "Look, I'm popular."
Margaret raised an eyebrow and heard him say again, aggrieved and disgruntled, "I'm not disfigured, so can't you warm up to me?"
Margaret: ...... Are each of these wild men freshly weaned?
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