To Eternity by Daisy Banks Page B

is going to look so much better, more dramatic than all the pale stuff the other dancers are wearing.” Sian gave Jerry a hug. “And as for you, well, what can I say?”
    He beamed back.
    â€œSian, I’ve set up the bedroom with the props you wanted. You want to come up stairs and check?” One of the property girls called from the doorway.
    She turned from the wardrobe master. “Sure, Jo. I’m itching to see how the design we made has worked out.” She followed the young woman up the stairs.
    â€œI hope you like it. I think it’s great.” Jo opened the double doors to the guest suite.
    â€œWow! It’s fabulous. I knew the colors would work. Those blinds you suggested make all the difference. It was a good idea to get them. Do you think the camera crew will be happy with the light level?”
    Jo nodded. “I dragged one of them up here earlier. He seemed happy enough.”
    â€œReally?” Sian smiled.
    â€œNothing like that, at all times professional.”
    â€œGood. I’d best go down. The guys from the band must have drunk enough caffeine to rouse them by now. Maybe we can get together at lunch time.”
    â€œSure, see you about half-twelve.”
    Sian made her way down the corridor to the stairs. A sense of connection with reality hit her. This was the life she’d lived and loved. The last two months with Magnus seemed more like a sexual fantasy, where she’d tasted the fulfillment of so much desire. Somehow, she must convince him to make her his mate. Only then, would things stay the same between them. She didn’t want to think what might happen if he continued to refuse her wish. She’d never thought of herself as being vain, but the prospect of growing old while he remained as he was frightened her. No way would she want him to see her in old age. Couples aging together was something different.
    He had to make her like him.
    She descended the stairs, pleased to hear the screeching chords of an electric guitar. The guys must be getting ready. That they’d agreed to play live thrilled her. The effect would be much better for the whole shoot.
    â€œOh, wow. You look so authentic.” She stared at the two lead dancers in their eighteenth century costumes. The white wigs, the lace and satin, the heavy makeup—all of it just as she’d seen in the paintings Magnus showed her. “Amazing.”
    â€œThanks, chuck. I can’t wait to murder this one, she’s been moaning all morning about the skirts.”
    The girl snapped a glance to her partner. “You try going for a pee in this thing.”
    â€œNo real murder, hey? Remember, you two are supposed to be passionately in love.”
    â€œYeah, yeah,” the girl said as she grabbed his silk clad arm. “Come on, Romeo. We’ll go through the lift sequence again.”
    They strode off toward the ballroom. Sian’s sense of presence shifted back to the exquisite experience she’d shared with Magnus last night. No one could wish for anything more beautiful. She couldn’t be without him. She would be a shell and nothing more.

Chapter 10
    Franklyn limped to the courtyard where the food wagon stood, got a coffee, and with his hat dipped low on his brow, parked in a shadowy corner to drink it. Astonishing how a gray raincoat and a fedora, combined with a black walking stick, turned him into an invisible man. Best solution all considered. No matter what, there was no way he’d have missed this shoot. From the little he’d seen so far, things looked well organized, typical Sian. He’d taught her well. She’d sure been eager to learn. They’d shared breakfast meetings in the park that dragged through to dinner in the evening. Days, weekends, he’d given her both so he could talk her through each task when setting up a job, introduce her to the musicians, artists, and technicians who were important to his world. All the time