Page 129 of Love Unscripted
She stared at him, momentarily stunned. Then, regaining her composure she whispered, “Yes.” Then louder, breathless and tearful, “Yes, Aaron! I will.”
He exhaled a laugh of pure relief as he slipped the ring onto her finger. It fit perfectly.
He rose just as she flung herself into his arms, and he caught her tightly, burying his face in her hair. She laughed through her tears, clinging to him, the diamond glittering between them like a promise sealed beneath the desert night sky—and in the midst of a world about to watch their story unfold.
Chapter 21
Aaron wanted to tell his family before the story hit the newsstands, so he had asked Camille not to say anything until then.
They were both too happy to sit still. Every few minutes one of them would glance at the other and grin like teenagers who had just gotten away with something.
Camille had slipped the ring back into its velvet box and tucked it carefully into her bag. Wearing it on the flight would have drawn attention. The ring was not subtle. It was the kind of ring that caused strangers to lean over aisles and ask questions.
The plane hummed steadily at thirty thousand feet. Soft overhead lights glowed above them, and most passengers had already settled into movies or naps.
Aaron and Camille had angled themselves toward each other as much as the seats allowed. At one point their hands found each other across the armrest and stayed there.
“My mother brought me a script recently,” Camille said.
Aaron lifted a brow. “Oh? What’s it about?”
“It’s calledHere Comes the Sun. It’s about a wealthy girl who moves to Jamaica after her parents die and uses her inheritance to help fund an orphanage. While she’s there she finds love.”
Aaron smiled faintly. “That sounds… tropical.”
“It does,” she said with a small laugh.
“Are you going to take the role?”
She shrugged. “I’m not sure. It’s pretty wholesome. There are no love scenes or profanities or anything.”
Aaron pretended to look shocked. “Hollywood is slipping.”
She shook her head at him.
“But,” she continued, “there’s no reference to God either. I get the impression the heroine was raised to have morals… but we’re not told where they came from.”
“And the hero?”
“He’s one of the guys helping build the orphanage. They clash constantly but eventually fall in love.”
Aaron nodded slowly. “Hmm.”
“What do you think?”
“It sounds interesting.”
He grew quiet then, turning to stare out the small oval window where the clouds stretched endlessly below them.
Camille studied him.
“What’s wrong?”
“What do you mean?”
“You look like you're solving a math problem.”
He chuckled softly. “I was just thinking about you going off to the Caribbean to make a movie… and me being here. Or somewhere else.”
