Chapter Twenty-Seven
Edward looked up from the script he was poring over when he felt the temperature in the room rise, and sure enough, there was Bella, her hair all curled around her shoulders and her make-up looking soft and natural.
He couldn't help but smile as she approached him.
"Hey," he murmured, slipping his arm around her waist and kissing her cheek tenderly.
He chuckled as Bella's cheeks flushed and she ducked her head, avoiding eye contact with anyone in the room.
"Okay," Sam began as he stepped into the studio, his voice loud and echoing all around them. "Let's have a run through and then we'll have everyone in wardrobe. Bella, your dress may need altering again, I'm told."
Bella nodded to Sam and took the script Edward was offering, taking a quick look over her lines, assuring herself that she knew them by heart.
The two of them took their places on their markers, waiting as Sam talked to the lighting crew and camera operators, explaining exactly what he wanted.
And then they ran lines.
Over and over.
Two hours later, Edward was pacing up and down the set, waiting for Bella to arrive so that they could shoot this scene and he could convince her to join him for dinner that night.
He pulled at the collar of his shirt and groaned. He really did hate wearing suits but it was a necessity for the job; interviews, premieres and even, on occasion, scenes like this one.
Edward's breath was stolen as Bella was brought out onto the set, the white dress clinging to her body and trailing along behind her.
Her beautiful face hidden behind a veil.