Page 28 of The Backup Bride Proposal

This would be where the character would turn away, where the camera would see her face.

“Annd, cut,” Alexis said. “Good job.”

They ran through it a couple more times until Alexis was satisfied, and then they broke to set up for the next scene.Mae walked toward the craft table to grab some water, her throat so dry she could barely swallow.

“You did great,” Kane said, coming up beside her to grab a glass of iced tea.

“Thanks.” She started walking. He walked with her.

“Is it getting easier?”

She laughed. “No. It’ll never be comfortable for me.”

“It should. You’re a natural. You could be an actress. You really get into the character. I wish the camera could pick up your expressions, the emotions you convey. You’re good, Mae.”

“Thanks. If I ever decide to become an actress, you can write me a letter of recommendation.”

He laughed. “I’d definitely do that.”

They’d stopped at his trailer, and he walked up the steps, opened the door, his expression one of invitation.

Since she had no intention of kissing him again, she figured she could hang out for a few minutes with him. She walked up the steps and he shut the door.

“Make yourself comfortable. You want something else to drink? I have tea, fruit drinks, sparkling water.”

She held out her bottle. “I’m good with this, thanks.”

He flopped onto the sofa, so she took a seat in the cushioned chair across from him.

“Afraid I’ll bite you?” he asked with a smirk she wanted to slap right off his face.

“No. This chair looked comfortable. And we…should keep our distance.”

He shrugged. “Sure. If that’s what you want.”

“It is.”

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

Then there was silence. She shouldn’t have come in here.Now she was stuck. Though she could just get up and walk out.

“So what do you want to do with your life?”

Her gaze shot up. “What?”

“I mean, you’re a wedding assistant, right?”

“Yes. What’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing. But you’re smart and I think you can do so much more. Be so much more. What do you want to do?”

Anger coiled inside her. “I’m happy doing what I do. I love it, actually.”

“Yeah, I’m sure you do. But you could do anything.”

“I see. So you see me as something less because of what I choose to do for work.”

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