Letting the hair stylist fluff out her curls before she got ready to straighten them, Emily pulled her makeup artist closer to her and showed him the picture she pulled up on her phone. "How cute is she?"
Antonio laughed at the picture of the dog wearing a birthday hat before tilting his client's chin up. "Very cute, bellisima. You miss her, don't you?" Every time they were away on set, the actress would show him pictures of her puppy Butterscotch, and every time Antonio would try to get her mind off the subject, she'd pout.
"Of course," she said softly, grinning at another photo of her beagle before putting her phone down so Antonio could draw on her eyeliner. "She's my baby."
"I'm sure she misses you too," the Italian man nodded, patting the young woman's cheek. "But now you should go on and learn your lines."
The it was: the pout.
Antonio bumped his brush against the twenty-one year old's lip and shook his head. "Don't pout at me, bella," he chuckled, turning around to get a darker palate for the brunette's eyes. "Too pretty to pout."
"I'm allowed to pout," she hissed, sticking her tongue out at the man who had been with her on every set she'd ever been on. "I miss my puppy."
Aaron sat himself down in the chair beside the actress and smiled. "You have a dog?"
Emily's eyes flickered over to the older man and she smiled shyly. Why did he have to see her when she was getting ready? "She's three," the beautiful girl nodded, handing her phone to her costar so he could see. "Her name is Butterscotch."
"Adorable," the older man commented, flipping through the images. "I had a German Sheppard a while back but he passed away."
Emily bit her lip. "You can always come over to see my dog." She winked at him when he turned to look at her. "Cuddle with her whenever you want."
"I'll be sure to do that."
Antonio watched as his client blushed under the new actor's gaze, and he turned her head so she could see his glaring eyes. "Pucker, bella."
Aaron flipped through the newspaper on his lap as the new hairdresser began his hair, trying his best to keep his eyes off of the beautiful young woman. "Do you want to practice our scene before we start filming?" They had a good four hours before they would actually have the entire scene set and cameras ready, and they'd be done with hair and makeup and costume fittings before they were even close to ready.
"Of course," she said as best she could, her eyes hard on the makeup artist who was holding her lips hostage and he painted a gentle pink lipstick on them.
Thirty minutes later, Emily was letting her hairdresser fix her headband as the skirt she wore was finished being tailored. "This isn't a Catholic girl thing, right?" she laughed out loud, sharing a smile with the woman pinning her hem. "We're not fulfilling any fantasies out there?"
"Emily? We're ready for you."
The twenty-one year old thanked the women around her before hurrying out of the trailer to the small garden where she and Aaron were to have their first scene.
"Emily," the director called, overseeing the cameraman test the zoom on the camera set on the dolly. "You have thirty minutes before we start."
Emily smiled to her costar when she sat down, opening up the notebook she was given to start to write. "Ready?"
"As long as you're ready," Aaron grinned.
Her jaw dropped when a gust of wind blew her hair over her shoulders.
Aaron frowned when he saw the hair stylist grimace from behind the director, and he reached over to brush the brunette's straightened locks behind her ears. "Better?"
She felt his fingers brush her cheeks and her eyes flickered up, meeting those of the older man. "Yes," she whispered, smiling her best smile when she felt Aaron's eyes soften on her. "Thanks."
