Page 94 of Love Unscripted
He would be finishing his last scene that day.
She retreated into her trailer and dialed him back.
“Hi babe,” she said. “Sorry I missed your calls. What’s up?”
“Just wanted to tell you that I wrapped up shooting. I’m so elated, I want to celebrate tonight. Was thinking about swinging by your place about 5:30 p.m. so that we can have an early dinner and then just hang out together at the beach.”
It sounded glorious. The beach at dusk. No cameras. No scripts. Just them.
She almost said yes.
Then Simon’s voice echoed in her mind. Late night. Half a day tomorrow.
She mentally did the math. Union rules didn’t allow them to go beyond fifteen hours without the studio paying out massive amounts in golden time. That could take filming up to 9 p.m. She could plead fatigue then. But if she was required to be back on set at 6 a.m. the next day, she would need to go straight home and get whatever beauty sleep she could salvage.
She swallowed.
“Oh, babe. I’m really happy for you. Thing is… I won’t be available tonight. How about tomorrow night? I will definitely be available then.”
“Okay... sure. What are you so busy doing anyway? I would have thought with your part over you would just be breezing,” he said teasingly.
She gave an uneasy laugh. “You would say that because you’re a man. You know us women always busy with this and that.” She pivoted quickly. “But since you’re going to have some down time now, this may be the time to discuss that trip to Barbados you promised me.”
He laughed. “I promised you that?”
“Yes, you did.”
“I was actually contemplating taking Madison with me and flying down to Barbados and connecting with some of my friendsand family there for a few days. I suppose you could accompany us. Let’s discuss it tomorrow when I see you.”
“Yeah. Can’t wait,” she said quickly. “Anyway, I’ve got to run. We’ll talk later.”
She ended the call and sat there for a moment, staring at her reflection in the trailer mirror.
~*~*~*~
Aaron hung up feeling lighter than air.
He really was in love with Camille. Not infatuated. Not dazzled. In love. He missed her constantly and wanted to be with her in ways that felt both urgent and peaceful at the same time.
He was seriously thinking about asking her to be his wife.
It sounded insane when he measured it objectively. They had only become romantically involved less than a month ago. Less than a month. But he just knew. She was the one for him. He didn’t see the point in delaying what felt inevitable.
He remembered his father saying he didn’t really know Camille away from a set.
But what did that matter?
He knew her heart. He knew her character. He had seen her tenderness, her vulnerability, her fire. That was enough.
Barbados suddenly felt like the perfect place. Sun, sea, something sacred in the air. Once she accepted, they could work out the logistics—where they would live, work, build their life. Those were details. A lifelong commitment was the hard part. Once that decision was made, everything else would fall into place.
That’s how it had been with Scarlette.
They had married soon after they started seeing each other, and then she had decided to embark on her apparel design career. Everything had fit into place remarkably well.
Why should this be any different?
Now that filming was over, he would take a short break. Clear his head. Cement things with Camille. Then phase two would begin.
