1986: My Happy Life in Provence

Chapter 462 The Feast Begins!
The stands Ronan and Zoe were heading to were the most important part of the entire match, and the parking area was very, very far away from there.

I thought I had arrived too early and would have to go to the stands on my own, but to my surprise, several of the staff from Michelin magazine were already waiting there.

One of them had worked on the photoshoot for Ronan, Zoe, and Batty in "The Provence Art Guide" and immediately recognized them.

"I'll take you to get your passes first, and then I'll take you to the stands."

Ronan gracefully raised his wrist, glanced at the time on the dial, and maintained his smile:

"You're here so early? There's still an hour before the meeting time."

The brown-haired girl in front turned around and gave an embarrassed smile:
"It's getting late. Before I could receive you, I had already seen off three groups of guests."

Ronan, Zoe, and Cotillard: "???"

Are there people more 'scheming' than us?
"Looks like we're on the same page." Ronan and Zoe exchanged a smile, each knowing how to save face, and said, "There are too many road closures, we were worried we'd be late."

The girl in front of him tucked her hair back and removed the steps from Ronan's steps:

"Maybe it's because we were too bored in the hotel, everyone wanted to come and chat as soon as possible."

Qualifying is a 'warm-up' for the main race.

Ranked matches are also a 'warm-up' for social interaction.

For some people like Ronan, the quality of social interaction during the warm-up matches can directly impact the overall success of the event.

Inside a large, temporary tent set up by the organizing committee, Ronan and his two companions signed in and received their passes, which would serve as proof of their identities for the next two days.

After being given some spectator information, Ronan and his two companions crossed the tent area and officially entered the track area.

The runway, flags, and staff in professional uniforms that they had only ever seen on television appeared right before their eyes.

Continuing forward along the buffer zone outside the runway, we soon arrived at the target grandstand.

The VIP grandstand is completely different from the open-air grandstands in the harbor area. It is a fan-shaped, three-story windowless building, divided into rectangular 'little boxes' by load-bearing walls.

The building is not very large, and you can see the whole thing at a glance. At this time, the occupancy rate is probably already 30%-40%.

Staff from Michelin magazine explained to them on the way that each of the 'little boxes' in front of them was a private room.

Each private room was reserved for one or more guests invited by the organizers or partners.

The guests in the same box as Michelin magazine were guests from several other media outlets and magazines.

Before ascending the stairs to the stands, Cotillard gave her two leading artists one last instruction:

"Watch your manners and words, especially you, Ronan."

Although the young man was quite good-looking and energetic, perhaps due to stereotypes, Cotillard always felt that Ronan was used to being with farmers and had an overly "down-to-earth" air about him.

Why is Zoe mistaken for a celebrity?

And what about you, the driver?

Shouldn't you reflect on this?
Ronan glanced up at the guests above, then took Zoe's hand and stepped onto the stairs:
“I can prove my identity by holding Zoe’s hand. You should worry about yourself.”

Codia was almost red with anger, but worried about the cameras around, she gritted her teeth while maintaining a smile:
"Alright, alright, alright, you just wait and see!"

My mother's artwork was so good that it caught the eye of the future president of the Provence Art Association.

I'll hook up with a couple of royals today to show you what's what!

Whether I can marry into a wealthy family in this lifetime depends on today!!
The most valuable thing about a person is to have dreams.

Having no dreams is no different from being a salted fish.

But if a dream only lasts for less than 10 seconds, you might as well just stay a salted fish. Climbing the stairs and turning a corner, I arrived at the prestigious royal VIP box on the second floor.

Several people wearing work badges were guarding the entrance, and before the crowd could even get a clear look at the situation on this floor, they started ushering people out.

"Continue with the service; your private room is upstairs."

With his royal dreams shattered, Cotillard looked down at the guest pass around his neck, examining it closely, and muttered in confusion:
"Strange? How can you be so sure we weren't invited by the Monaco royal family? It doesn't say who invited us."

Ronan's laughing voice came from the stairs above:

"Didn't you see what kind of people were in the private room? They were all old men and women, and the younger ones were almost bald. Zoe and I don't look like we belong to this social class at all."

Codia glanced back at the royal box with lingering reluctance:
"Sigh, with such strict security, the chances of sneaking in are practically zero, right?"

"What are you trying to do sneak in there?" Zoe whispered to Cotillard. "Don't forget, we're attending a royal banquet tonight."

Codia hurried after him, saying worriedly:
"I was thinking of getting to know one or two people this afternoon, and then having them introduce me to a few more in the evening, right? It's so hard to get started from scratch."

Ronan wanted to purse his lips, but quickly changed it to a smile:
"I'd be grateful if I could get to know everyone in the magazine and media boxes."

You're taking the persona of a 'maid' seriously?

Do you really think you're Cinderella?
The royal VIP box occupied an entire floor, while the third floor was divided among several other boxes.

Ronan's comment that the people in the royal box were either old men or balding was just a casual remark, mainly intended to dissuade Cotillard from trying to sneak in.

That's not a place for you!
But when they arrived on the third floor, they found that the style of the different private rooms was indeed significantly different.

Apart from one or two brand ambassadors, the guests invited by the sponsors were all important partners who were dressed in formal attire and looked very mature.

The space was filled with a serious yet quiet atmosphere. They whispered cautiously to each other, discussing a money-making project that could shake the entire nation of France.

The organizers invited mostly local celebrities from Provence.

Before even reaching the door, I could hear hearty laughter and the rich aroma of wine coming from inside. Their conversation was all over the place, ranging from where the flowers were blooming to who had bought a boat. They were already making plans to go somewhere together for fun before the Monaco Grand Prix had even started.

The scene in the media and magazine booths was quite different—a sea of ​​good-looking, stylish men and women. The more attractive a person was, the more lively the atmosphere around them.

If you're a celebrity, then congratulations! You'll get the most attention and stares from everyone!
The topics of conversation were also the most relaxed and diverse, ranging from music to new handbags. Some people were even telling those around them gossip that a certain fashion brand's early spring collection had been leaked ahead of time. As soon as this 'secret' was uttered, it immediately sparked even more 'gossip'.

In such a fiercely competitive environment of appearance, Ronan and Zoe's arrival still managed to cause a little 'shock'.

"Are those two celebrities too?" someone who knows nothing about art asked.

The man is handsome, the woman is beautiful, and they're dressed so stylishly, they must be celebrities, right?
Even if they're not celebrities, their work is still related to fashion!

“Those two are definitely celebrities!” replied someone who was very interested in art.

Ronan! Zoe!

Wow, these are the twin rising stars of the Provençal art world! They've actually come together!!

"You two are like celebrities!" Someone stood up and introduced themselves, "Hello, my name is Eriber, I'm a pianist. It hasn't started yet. Would you like something to drink? I'll take you to the bar."

With so many people looking over and them looking so stylish, these two must be extremely impressive people.

No matter who it is, get to know them first!
Ronan and Zoe exchanged a silent glance and nodded simultaneously.

"Okay, let's go grab a couple of drinks then."

This private room is great; its appearance is a plus!
The social extravaganza is about to begin!

(End of this chapter)