The award ceremony was tedious and drawn out, so it's no surprise that some celebs chose to duck out early. Especially those who don't have any nominations or works on show, and were just here to strut their stuff on the red carpet.
But Mamie and Agnes, they're both up for Best Actress. Their sudden disappearance was, well, puzzling.
Their dates, Justin and Mr. Whitfield, were still in their seats.
Jared seemed pretty chill, while Justin was constantly checking his watch.
The Best Actress showdown was set to kick off in twenty minutes.
Justin was clearly in a hurry. He leaned over and said a few words to Ivan. Ivan said, "We've still got time. I think they should be back on time."
Meanwhile, up on the sixteenth floor of the banquet hall annex, in an auxiliary lounge, Agnes was grilling Mamie.
"Why did you come with Jared and I knew nothing about it?"
"Agnes, do I need to report my every move to you?"
"I don't need to know your whereabouts, but Jared is my husband."
"So, that's why you deliberately stepped on my dress on the red carpet, to make me look like a fool?"
At this, Agnes's tone sharpened, "You brought that on yourself. Mamie, you might be a superstar in everyone else's eyes, but to me, you're nothing."
"Agnes, I can't believe you would stoop this low! And that crazed fan who tried to push me down the stairs a while back, did you put him up to it?"
Agnes said, "I have no idea what you're talking about."
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