Page 74 of Love Unscripted
“Goodnight, Camille.”
Down the corridor, Camille pressed her back against the wall, fingers brushing her lips, her heart racing with anticipation.
Whatever this was… it had only just begun.
Chapter 13
Aaron was pulling on his shoes when there was a light wrap on his trailer door.
“Come in,” he yelled.
He glanced up to see Camille standing in the doorway pulling the door close behind her.
She was stunning in her costume with her hair flowing down her shoulders.
He stood and embraced her as she hurried into his arms.
They hugged intimately for a minute then they pulled back.
“Hey, you,” he said smiling down at her.
“Hey, you,” she responded, eyes shining with happiness.
“Are you ready for our next scene?’
“Are you kidding? I was born ready.”
He laughed. “That’s the attitude I want in my actresses.”
They had met early that morning before the cast arrived to cover chapter six of the book of Esther since they weren’t able to do so the previous night.
“I just wanted to check again to remember what you told me this morning about how Esther will be interacting with Haman. You said in this scene she is…”
Aaron studied her for a moment instead of answering, his hands resting lightly at her waist as if he’d forgotten they were there. Then he smiled—slow, thoughtful.
“She’s intentional,” he said. “Not cautious. Not afraid. Intentional.”
Camille tilted her head, listening.
“In the first banquet,” he continued, “Esther isn’t there to strike. She’s there toset the board. Everything she does says,I belong here. I’m unthreatened. I have time.”
Camille’s lips curved. “So—no nerves.”
“No visible ones,” Aaron corrected. “The tension stays inside. You let it live behind your eyes. You watch Haman more than you engage him. Show him just enough warmth to make him feel chosen.”
She nodded slowly, absorbing it. “And with you?” she asked softly.
Aaron’s gaze sharpened—not as director now, but as the man who would step into Xerxes.
“With the king,” he said, lowering his voice, “you’re calm because you already know you have him. You don’t push. You don’t plead. You invite.”
Camille stepped back half a pace, testing the posture. Her shoulders settled, spine tall, chin lifted. Stillness replaced motion.
“Like this?” she asked.
Aaron watched her transform, admiration flickering across his face. “Exactly like that. You don’t reach for him. You lethimlean toward you.”
She took a breath, then let it out slowly. When she looked at him again, her eyes were different—quiet, knowing.
