"In summary, three-quarters of the Best Actress crown is already in your hands; we just need to maintain our current advantage," Adrian said lazily while caressing Gwyneth's golden hair that nestled against him, as he sat on the sofa by the floor-to-ceiling windows, bathed in the winter sunlight pouring in.
"Is that it?" Gwyneth pouted, a mix of dissatisfaction and coquettishness in her voice.
"What do you propose then?" Adrian raised an exaggerated expression. "You know, Kate never had this kind of treatment."
Blanch, who was lying on a sofa flipping through a book, looked up at them and then shrugged her shoulders.
"Liv had an even harder time getting nominated for a long stretch, not to mention this kind of treatment," he added, then turned to look at Liv, who sat closer to the floor-to-ceiling windows, giggling as she played with Eleanor in her arms.
