Entertainment: Starting as a Succubus, Taking Hollywood by Storm

The day after the premiere, reviews for Twilight flooded in, a mixed bag of praise and criticism.

"The film tells a story of unconditional love between a human and a vampire, essentially a vampire version of Romeo and Juliet. Though it leans heavily on the romance card, Martin's genius weaves in fantastical elements like vampires and werewolves, elevating the story's allure. For a tale like this, it's only natural that many young girls would feel a spark of longing. Love has always had the power to ignite fierce emotions and wild passions. The film's visuals are hauntingly beautiful, and the music is exquisitely crafted, worthy of praise." —Los Angeles Times

Amid the reviews, a public apology surfaced,

Robert Pattinson: "I want to apologize for my inappropriate jokes yesterday. That wasn't my intention. I was just trying to be funny and didn't realize my words would hurt so many people—director Catherine Hardwicke, producer Wick Godfrey, Kristen Stewart, Cam Gigandet, Taylor Lautner, and others. I owe you all my sincerest apologies. I deeply regret it…"

"Pretty immature," Kristen Stewart muttered, smirking as she set down the newspaper at the breakfast table.

"Sweetie, aren't you all about to start traveling for promotions? Is New York the first stop?" her mother's voice called from the kitchen.

"You'd better pack some warm clothes. New York in October is chilly."

"I know, Mom."

…

At Martin's estate, Drew played with little Connor for a while, stubbornly trying to get the baby to call her "Mama," until Nicole shooed her away.

Arthur, the nearly full-grown lion, circled Connor's stroller restlessly.

Nicole said with a touch of concern, "Darling, Arthur's getting bigger. Should we think about sending him back to the savanna?"

Arthur let out a low "roar," his tone a bit indignant.

Martin spoke up, "Next year. We'll send him home next year."

Drew darted over, snatching the omelet from Martin's plate and stuffing it into her mouth.

She hadn't expected it to be a runny yolk, and as soon as she bit down, egg oozed out, splattering everywhere.

Martin couldn't help but laugh. "Can't you behave for once?"

He recalled that in the original timeline, Twilight was criticized more than it was praised, yet the more it was bashed, the higher its box office soared—a phenomenon that baffled many. It wasn't just film critics tearing into City of Twilight; plenty of movie buffs were slamming it too.

…

With the premiere behind them, Twilight kicked off its promotional tour.

Kristen Stewart, Robert Pattinson, and the rest of the cast began crisscrossing major North American cities.

New York.

"How about a quick stroll through the mall at the hotel?"

"Nah, I'm not staying at the hotel."

"Not staying at the hotel?"

Robert Pattinson looked stunned, about to ask more, when a sleek black Rolls-Royce glided up and stopped in front of the group.

As the car came to a halt, a middle-aged white driver stepped out from behind the wheel and headed straight for Kristen.

"Miss Stewart, the boss sent me to pick you up."

The girl flashed a smile at the driver. "Great!"

The driver courteously took her luggage.

"She's got some serious luck. Wonder what kind of big shot she's got?"

"Probably some old geezer."

"Heh, maybe an old lady!"

These young actors, jaded by years in the entertainment industry, had long since had their values skewed. None of them thought it was odd for a big shot to be hovering nearby.

Only Robert Pattinson looked a little downcast.

…

In a luxurious Manhattan apartment:

"Don't you need to stay with Nicole and the baby?"

"Me? I've got some business in New York. Ice Age 3 dubbing is wrapping up, and I need to check on 230 Park Avenue. Of course, missing you was part of it too."

"What, you don't know how to breathe through your nose?"

"Oh, I forgot!"

"Really? Then let's try that again."

And so, the girl found herself breathless once more.

As the saying goes: The beauty, intoxicated, leans on her companion, her snow-white skin peeking from her chest. Stepping into the tent, she's nowhere to be found, leaving only the wind and water to ripple through the world. —GodOfReader