fucking not. Sophia is the leading lady. Leo is the leading man. It’s going to be their faces on the posters and us in the background. Check your contract.’
‘This is unbelievable.’ Sigourney marches towards Nadia, and soon we hear raised voices.
‘My ex-girlfriend causing trouble yet again,’ says Leo, putting his arm around my shoulder. ‘Don’t sweat it, princess. Baz is right. You shouldn’t give her your dress.’
‘Don’t you start calling me princess, now.’
‘Can’t help it,’ Leo grins. ‘Like Baz said, you shouldn’t have got cross about it. Now I have to call you it. So you, princess, have just got yourself a set nickname.’
‘Great. Thanks a lot.’
‘I think “princess” is better suited to Sigourney,’ Ruby whispers. ‘She’s a spoiled princess and no mistake.’
‘You’re right there,’ says Baz. ‘That one is going to be trouble. I guarantee it.’
‘I could have told you that before we even started filming,’ says Leo.
31
In the end, Nadia manages to calm Sigourney down. We’re not sure how. But there’s no more talk about swapping dresses.
The filming goes okay.
It starts to rain at one point, and Sigourney refuses to shoot her scene until it stops. But we mainly stay on schedule, only overrunning by an hour or so.
As we head back to the marquee to change, I feel Sigourney link arms with me.
‘Hey,’ she says, giving me another catlike smile.
‘Hi,’ I say, feeling a little uncomfortable. Something about the way Sigourney takes my arm is possessive rather than friendly.
‘So you got your dress in the end.’
‘Look, I’m really sorry about that.’
‘It’s okay. Everything was a fucking mess today anyway. My hair didn’t turn out right. They didn’t have the makeup I usually use. I look terrible.’
‘No you don’t,’ I say truthfully. ‘You look great.’
Sigourney’s big smile reappears. ‘Thank you. Hey listen – how are things with you and Marc?’
My stomach turns icy. What is she playing at, asking a question like that? It’s none of her business how Marc and I are. Is she trying to piss me off? Or is she just too stupid to realise how tactless that question is?
‘Great thanks,’ I reply, a little frostily.
‘Is he picking you up today?’
I frown. ‘Why are you asking—’
‘I know how he can be,’ says Sigourney, dropping her voice. ‘So if you ever need anyone to talk to, just let me know.’
Before I can reply, she drops my arm and strides into the marquee.
By the time I’ve changed, removed my makeup and hung up my costume, it’s gone six o’clock.
I’m still annoyed about Sigourney, but I’m distracting myself by thinking of Marc’s surprise. I just have no idea what it could be. But I can’t wait to find out.
Marc’s black Aston Martin waits in the car park, and my heart lifts when I see it. But then it drops again. Because Sigourney is by the car, tossing her hair and laughing.
The car window is open.
Behind the temporary fences, paparazzi snap, snap, snap away.
I feel anger boiling in my stomach.
Marc knows what the press are like. They’ll add this picture to some old Marc and Sigourney shot, and I’ll have to see them splashed all over the papers tomorrow.
He shouldn’t be talking to her. Letting her drape herself over his car. Doesn’t he know what it looks like?
I walk faster than usual as I head to the car, my lips set into a line.
As I get closer, I hear Sigourney say, ‘They were great times though, weren’t they? I always think about you. Do you ever think about me?’
I don’t want to hear any more.
I march up to the car. ‘Thanks for picking me up Marc. Sorry – we overran.’ I glance at Sigourney. ‘Will you excuse us?’
I jump into the passenger seat and plant a long kiss on Marc’s lips. Then I sit back. ‘Shall we go then?’
Marc raises a ‘really?’ eyebrow at me.
‘What?’ I say. ‘Can’t I say hello?’
‘Any time you like,’ says Marc,
‘This is unbelievable.’ Sigourney marches towards Nadia, and soon we hear raised voices.
‘My ex-girlfriend causing trouble yet again,’ says Leo, putting his arm around my shoulder. ‘Don’t sweat it, princess. Baz is right. You shouldn’t give her your dress.’
‘Don’t you start calling me princess, now.’
‘Can’t help it,’ Leo grins. ‘Like Baz said, you shouldn’t have got cross about it. Now I have to call you it. So you, princess, have just got yourself a set nickname.’
‘Great. Thanks a lot.’
‘I think “princess” is better suited to Sigourney,’ Ruby whispers. ‘She’s a spoiled princess and no mistake.’
‘You’re right there,’ says Baz. ‘That one is going to be trouble. I guarantee it.’
‘I could have told you that before we even started filming,’ says Leo.
31
In the end, Nadia manages to calm Sigourney down. We’re not sure how. But there’s no more talk about swapping dresses.
The filming goes okay.
It starts to rain at one point, and Sigourney refuses to shoot her scene until it stops. But we mainly stay on schedule, only overrunning by an hour or so.
As we head back to the marquee to change, I feel Sigourney link arms with me.
‘Hey,’ she says, giving me another catlike smile.
‘Hi,’ I say, feeling a little uncomfortable. Something about the way Sigourney takes my arm is possessive rather than friendly.
‘So you got your dress in the end.’
‘Look, I’m really sorry about that.’
‘It’s okay. Everything was a fucking mess today anyway. My hair didn’t turn out right. They didn’t have the makeup I usually use. I look terrible.’
‘No you don’t,’ I say truthfully. ‘You look great.’
Sigourney’s big smile reappears. ‘Thank you. Hey listen – how are things with you and Marc?’
My stomach turns icy. What is she playing at, asking a question like that? It’s none of her business how Marc and I are. Is she trying to piss me off? Or is she just too stupid to realise how tactless that question is?
‘Great thanks,’ I reply, a little frostily.
‘Is he picking you up today?’
I frown. ‘Why are you asking—’
‘I know how he can be,’ says Sigourney, dropping her voice. ‘So if you ever need anyone to talk to, just let me know.’
Before I can reply, she drops my arm and strides into the marquee.
By the time I’ve changed, removed my makeup and hung up my costume, it’s gone six o’clock.
I’m still annoyed about Sigourney, but I’m distracting myself by thinking of Marc’s surprise. I just have no idea what it could be. But I can’t wait to find out.
Marc’s black Aston Martin waits in the car park, and my heart lifts when I see it. But then it drops again. Because Sigourney is by the car, tossing her hair and laughing.
The car window is open.
Behind the temporary fences, paparazzi snap, snap, snap away.
I feel anger boiling in my stomach.
Marc knows what the press are like. They’ll add this picture to some old Marc and Sigourney shot, and I’ll have to see them splashed all over the papers tomorrow.
He shouldn’t be talking to her. Letting her drape herself over his car. Doesn’t he know what it looks like?
I walk faster than usual as I head to the car, my lips set into a line.
As I get closer, I hear Sigourney say, ‘They were great times though, weren’t they? I always think about you. Do you ever think about me?’
I don’t want to hear any more.
I march up to the car. ‘Thanks for picking me up Marc. Sorry – we overran.’ I glance at Sigourney. ‘Will you excuse us?’
I jump into the passenger seat and plant a long kiss on Marc’s lips. Then I sit back. ‘Shall we go then?’
Marc raises a ‘really?’ eyebrow at me.
‘What?’ I say. ‘Can’t I say hello?’
‘Any time you like,’ says Marc,
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