As the wedding video director, Henry Shipton sat in front of the director's monitor, watching the screen where the person in the luxurious red wedding gown was going to happily marry the man she deeply loved today.
He had a faint smile on his lips, but the gaze on the screen was filled with undeniable admiration. His fingers unconsciously touched that stunning face on the screen, a face he could never touch in this life.
These emotions lasted only ten seconds before he hid them again, picking up the walkie-talkie to remind the cameraman to pay attention to the camera angles.
"Mr. Shipton, here's your coffee." Ann Morris brought over a cup of coffee. After running around all morning, she pulled up a chair, sat down, drinking her strawberry juice, and watched the back of Charlotte Allison in the screen. The red wedding dress was luxurious and dignified, the phoenix embroidered in gold silk looked lifelike.
