Page 48 of Love Unscripted
Their proximity made the small room feel even smaller. She studied the teabag selection, chose one, and poured in the hot water.
“So do you normally get up at that time?” he asked.
“I started on Monday. I’m trying to take your advice and be more purposeful about prayer and Bible study.”
He looked at her with surprise and admiration.
“That’s really good, Camille.”
She smiled and nodded.
“Filming went well today,” she said.
“Yes… in the end.”
She turned to him. “What do you mean,in the end?”
He snorted a laugh. “We had to reshoot that fasting scene a few times, as you’ll recall.”
“That wasn’t my fault,” she protested.
“It wasn’t?”
“You kept saying I didn’t look fasted enough. Too healthy. That’s makeup’s fault, not mine.” She huffed.
He laughed. “In the end, it wasn’t more makeup you needed—it was something else.”
She grabbed some fruit and cake and walked over to the chairs. “It was that expression.Thatone. ‘Camille, drop your gaze. Look more plaintive. More prayerful.’”
“Yes,” he said, settling across from her. “And when you did that—magic. Was I wrong?”
She pouted playfully. “No, you weren’t wrong, boss.”
He shook his head. “You actors.”
She smiled. “I wonder what happens whenyouare the actor.”
“Oh, you don’t want to hear the internal monologues I’m having with myself.”
“I can only imagine!”
They burst out laughing. As the laughter faded, a quieter stillness settled between them. Aaron exhaled, then reached out his hands.
“Let us pray.”
Camille slid her hands into his. The contact was reverent. He prayed, thanking God for their time together, for the privilege of studying His Word, asking for insight not only for faithfulness to the adaptation of Esther for the screen, but for wisdom to live out its truths.
“Amen,” Camille said softly.
She reached for her small brown Bible and turned to the marked page.
“Okay,” Aaron said, “I’ll begin with some context. Disclaimer first—I’m not a biblical scholar, but I sought guidance from someone who is.”
“Your brother?”
“Why yes. Very good.” He smiled. “He provided the insight I’m about to share.”
Camille nodded, sipping her tea, determined to focus on his words and not the way his mocha eyes lit up.
