Page 153 of Love Unscripted
“You become a kind of moral anchor. The audience knows what you represent—even when David starts to drift.”
Camille let out a soft breath, leaning back slightly as she processed it.
“That’s…” she murmured, almost to herself. “That’s not a supporting role.”
His mouth curved faintly. “Exactly.”
She studied him for another moment, then a slow, knowing smile began to form.
“Well,” she said lightly, though her eyes were sharp with amusement, “people are definitely going to have opinions about this.”
Aaron’s brow creased. “What do you mean?”
She lifted one shoulder, as if it were obvious.
“A long-running biblical series,” she said, ticking it off lightly, “with David and Abigail sharing multiple seasons of emotional buildup, tension, connection…” Her smile curved, slow and knowing. “Played by you and me.”
Aaron exhaled, a quiet breath that almost turned into a laugh. He glanced down briefly, then back at her.
“Okay,” he said. “Yes.”
Camille blinked. “Yes?”
“Yes,” he repeated, without apology. “That is exactly why I’m doing it. I want you there,” he continued, his voice lower now, steadier. “Across the whole story. Not for a few scenes. Not for a moment.” A faint smile touched his mouth. “With me. Building something that lasts.”
Camille held his gaze.
“And the audience?” she asked softly.
Aaron shrugged, entirely unconcerned.
“They’re going to say what they’re going to say.” A beat. Then, more quietly, almost as an aside, “I just won’t confirm it for them.”
Her lips parted—and then she laughed.
He did too.
“They’re going to be convinced we planned this,” she murmured.
“And they’d be right,” he replied. “Because I’m not letting you out of my sight.”
Their laughter faded, but the closeness didn’t.
If anything, it deepened—settling into something quieter, more intimate, more certain.
Unbothered by what anyone else might think.
Anchored in what they both knew was true.
And then, almost naturally, as though the moment had simply cleared the way—
they turned to discuss wedding plans.
~*~*~*~
Camille decided that she needed to have a conversation with both her parents.
Her discussion with Aaron about their wedding plans had gone wonderfully. They were going to get married at his church and then host the reception on the lawns of his home. Camille thought it was a beautiful idea—simple, joyful, surrounded by people who loved them.
