Ella stared at her reflection in the full-length mirror and smoothed her top out one more time. Now would’ve been a great time to have a girlfriend--a friend her age who could tell her how she looked. Unfortunately, the only person she had who came close to fitting that bill was Mary, and she’d stayed behind in paradise with Gus. Lenore wasn’t going to be any help, and Ella wasn’t about to call Rome and ask him what he thought of the outfit she’d be wearing to have dinner with Henry.
She thought she looked okay. The clothes she was wearin
“Juliet,” Henry said, stepping forward and opening his arm as she arrived at his table. “You look stunning.”“Thank you,” she said, forcing a smile as she took his hands. Henry kissed her cheek, as was the custom in Hollywood, and she air kissed his, which she could get away with at the moment. The thought of her lips touching his body had her fighting bile again. He released her, offering for her to have a seat across from him, which she did. Her legs stuck to the red leather seat slightly, but she didn’t let it bother her. J
Waiting for his wife to get back from a date was the most unnerving experience of Rome’s life. Well, maybe not quite. Being locked in his parents’ house in Verona, and then in their apartment in Milan, had been pretty unnerving, especially when he’d been told Ella had killed herself. Also, witnessing Mark’s murder and Tim’s drowning had also been unnerving. But other than those tragic incidents… sitting on the sofa in the living room, waiting for Ella to come through the door, was more difficult than anything he’d ever done.
“It’s a shitty movie, Rome,” Jeannie Stokes, the director of Cop with a Side of Robot, declared standing next to the new set that was just completed, her hands on her hips. “It’s a shitty script, a shitty concept. Everything about it is shitty, shitty, shitty, Rome.”“Tell me how you really feel,” he muttered, looking at the robot in front of him as if it was a plate full of vegetables he had to eat before he could get up from the table.
“If you use an angled brush, like this,” Fae was saying as she showed Ella how to create a specific textured look in the sand on the painting they were creating together, “you’ll get those darker clumps of sand to really pop off of the canvas.”Ella watched carefully as Fae demonstrated the technique. When the mentor handed the brush over, the student did her best to mimic the same style. “Like this?” she asked.
For the first time in almost three months of filming, Rome walked onto the sound stage with a smile on his face. Granted, he was a good two hours late, but that was actually early compared to his recent schedule. He had been coming in anywhere from three to four hours late. He knew it was driving the director, Jeannie, insane, but for the most part, he hadn’t made them wait on him. Every day except for two or three they hadn’t been ready to start filming when he walked in because there was some sort of issue with that stupid ass robot, and he’d ended up waiting anyway.
Rome slept in late the next day. So relieved was he to be done with the robot movie that he determined not to set his alarm and to just wake up whenever he wanted to. It was a freeing feeling, one he knew wouldn’t last forever, but at least he could enjoy it for a day or two.When he finally opened his eyes, the sunlight was already pouring into the bedroom window, and Ella was gone, her side of the bed cold. He looked around, wondering where she might be, and checked the clock. It was almost 11:00.
It wasn’t like Henry to be late. If anything, it was Juliet that was the one running behind schedule most of the time, even though that drove Ella crazy. She checked the time on her phone again and took another drink of her cocktail. The vodka wasn’t well mixed, and it stung the back of her throat slightly. Where the hell was he? If he didn’t show up soon, she was just going to go. Maybe it would teach him a lesson about wasting her valuable time.“Juliet? Juliet!”
“Oh, my God! Henry! How are you!” Drew Main’s voice echoed in her ear, followed closely by her sister, Anna, exclaiming almost the same thing.The two made their way to the table, flutes in hand, dressed in trendy nightclub clothing, with lots of sparkles and more jewelry than Juliet owned. Henry stood and kissed their cheeks, grasping their hands as if they were old friends. Perhaps he was making such a fuss because he hoped Juliet would have the same pangs of jealousy he had had watching her with the famous quarterback, Parker Thompson. It wasn&rsq