Airport Pickup

When Henry arrived at the Stark Family villa again, he was driving Cadillac DeVille, a classic car.

He stood beside the passenger seat, holding a red rose, to welcome Catherine Hepburn into the car.

The 84-year-old grandmother was dressed in a violet lady's gown, a wide-brimmed silk sun hat, and long white gloves. The style was retro, yet it exuded her elegant temperament.

Henry presented her with flowers and complimented her, "Catherine, you look especially beautiful today."

"You have such a sweet tongue. But I only have one flower today," Catherine teased, noticing the bouquet on the back seat.

"A single, vibrant red rose will suffice." Henry then opened the passenger door and gestured for the passenger to proceed.

Catherine tapped Henry's head lightly with a red rose and said, "You're really quick-witted. I wonder if I were sixty years younger, I might have fallen for your words."

"That would be an honor."

Once seated in the passenger seat, Catherine tapped the leather seat above the glove compartment and said, "Let's get going. Today is the day you, the fan, get to meet the big star. You don't want to miss the pick-up time and leave our star waiting in vain, do you?"

"Don't worry, the plane arrives at 10 a. m., right? We have plenty of time. Catherine, have you had breakfast?"

"I've already eaten. Older people can't have their meals at the same irregular times as you young people."

Henry drove and chatted along the way, and soon arrived at Los Angeles International Airport. After parking the car, they went to the airport's arrival hall, where Catherine and Henry, who were waiting for each other, played a game of guessing who the paparazzi was.

After all, this is the closest airport to Hollywood, and tabloid media and paparazzi often wait to see which celebrities arrive.

Catherine's arrival did not attract the attention of these young reporters and paparazzi. Their targets were still popular celebrities or those who generated enough buzz. Naturally, they did not realize that they had gone from being the observers to being the observed.

A short while later, a beautiful woman in her twilight years emerged from the station hall, wearing a red-dotted ivory T-shirt, a peach-pink pleated skirt, a white silk headscarf, and large Sun Pharma.

She carried two somewhat vintage-looking LV handbags, one large and one small. Wearing light pink low-heeled shoes, her outstanding elegance unconsciously attracted the attention of most people in the airport.

Just as young people couldn't recognize Catherine at a glance, no one recognized who this frail, elderly beauty was.

Only Catherine went to greet her, giving her a big hug. "Audrey, it's been so long!"

"Catherine, you look great." Another Hepburn woman returned the warm hug, exchanging greetings with her much-loved friend.

Like a startled Henry, he only snapped out of his daze after Catherine nudged him, presenting her with a bouquet of flowers and warmly greeting her, "Ms. Hepburn, welcome! I'm a huge fan of yours. Meeting you in person is truly..."

Henry, unable to utter a complete sentence, was filled with tears, too overwhelmed with emotion to describe his feelings.

It has to be said that even when Henry met Tony Stark, he felt like he was just seeing a little kid. He didn't have the feeling of seeing someone who would become a hero in the future, a great man.

But Audrey Hepburn, now past her prime and frail, though her skin had lost its luster and her scarves and Sun Pharma could not conceal the wrinkles on her face, felt an excitement that no one who has never been truly infatuated with a star can imagine.

Perhaps the twenty years of emptiness and torment after he transmigrated to this world made Henry, who spent more than a month in Alaska immersed in movie channels, more dependent on this memory than he had imagined.

Because the memories before the time travel were too distant and too chaotic. The beauties of Hollywood's Golden Age were like the dawn breaking, truly dispelling the gloom that this world initially brought.

So this feeling, besides seeing a celebrity you admire, is more of a feeling of being saved.

Being rescued by Old John in Alaska was a physical salvation. But seeing Audrey Hepburn in person was a salvation of the soul.

"Thank you, these flowers are so beautiful." Audrey Hepburn accepted the flowers and said, "You must be Mr. Brown."

"Yes, Henry Brown. You can just call me Henry," Henry replied emotionally, managing to utter a coherent sentence.

Perhaps Henry's attitude was too impassioned, Catherine, fearing the young man might actually frighten her, tried to lighten the mood with a joke, saying, "Audrey, do you know what this kid said when he first saw me?"

"Oh, so you said you're a big fan of yours?"

"No, he said, 'Oh, it's this Ms. Hepburn...' His disappointed expression made me think he needed to have his nose adjusted."

Audrey paused for a moment, then chuckled and said, "He really said that?"

"Yes, can you imagine his expression?"

"I think I can," Audrey said with a smile. "Remember Givenchy? Hubert Givenchy. When I first visited him, he mistook me for another Hepburn and was quite disappointed."

"So... we're even now?" Catherine said.

Audrey hooked her arm around Catherine's and laughed, "Is there any such thing as settling things even in this kind of situation?"

The open conversation between the two close friends, despite their age difference, also attracted the attention of onlookers.

Perhaps the meeting of two older women is not a big deal, but if one is called "Catherine" and the other "Audrey," and they are also known as "Ms. Hepburn," it is certainly a topic of conversation.

Both of them were once big stars who were used to dealing with the media, so they were quite perceptive of the paparazzi's movements.

Catherine spoke first, "Let's get in the car first. You must be a little tired after flying all the way from Switzerland."

"Thankfully, I got a good rest on the plane. It's just that I'm still adjusting to the time difference."

Catherine turned to Henry, who was standing there dumbfounded, and said, "Kid, help your big star with his luggage. You don't even have that much self-awareness; I really doubt you can do your job properly."

"Ah, yes, yes." Henry quickly took Audrey's handbag and said, "Madam, please allow me to assist you."

"Thank you for your help, handsome young man." The two elderly women, their arms linked together, chatted about their lives over the past few days, as if they had endless things to talk about.

Henry dropped the two off at the waiting area pavilion and then went to the parking lot to get his car.

He also knew that the interviews for the position of Audrey Hepburn's driver had begun. He just didn't know whether the first impression he had made was good or bad.