“Hello. I’m Brad Hammond with Ever After Productions.” He held a tablet but looked like he’d be more comfortable at the beach surfing than filming at a castle. “Are you Katrina or Heloise?”
“Katrina, but I go by Kat.”
He typed on his tablet. “Today, we’re going to be taping interviews. I’ll ask you questions about Princess Sophie, wedding planning, and being here in Alistonia.”
“Sounds easy enough.”
“It is.” Brad pointed to a man who wore a beanie cap and had a pair of headphones around his neck. “That’s Dylan. He’s the sound guy who’ll get you hooked up with a microphone.”
Dylan danced as if music was playing from his headphones. “Okay.”
“The other guy with a camera is Wes. You just met the redheaded clown, Conrad. Both will be filming so we get all the angles.”
Her palms sweated. “I’ve never been filmed before.”
Brad touched her arm. “You’ll be fine. All you have to do is smile and answer my questions. The crew does all the hard stuff.”
Kat rubbed her hands against her pants. She hoped so. Because right now, she was the definition of nervous.
She looked around the ballroom.
Where was Gill? She could use a little moral support from her new BFF and a…hug.
Of support.
And maybe a kiss for good luck.
*
Brad Hammond clappedhis hands together once. “That’s a wrap, people. Thank you for your time and your patience.”
“About time,” Gill whispered to Kat, who sat in the chair next to his.
She put her finger to her mouth. “Shhh.”
Gill would rather she touch his mouth. His interview had been over an hour ago, but he stayed in the ballroom because Kat was here. He rested his arm on the back of her chair.
Friends did that. If he happened to touch her hair or shoulder, that was purely incidental. And very pleasant.
The film crew milled about and laughed with Sophie. His sister looked so happy to see her friends. Gill had to admit she was a natural on camera. He’d refused to watch the show when she was on it, but maybe he would now.
Jamie seemed taken with Addie, even though the woman was pregnant and her husband watched the interaction from a few feet away. The marquess had better be careful. Nick didn’t look like the kind of guy to upset.
Gill enjoyed just being with Kat. He hoped they could sit closer at dinner tonight. A swap of place cards might be in order.
His mother strode into the ballroom wearing her crown. Her shoulders were back and her head held high, as instilled in her since childhood, when manner and etiquette lessons were as important as school. At least they had been for him and his siblings.
“Does she always wear jewels on her head?” Kat asked in a low voice.
The queen hadn’t until the past couple of weeks. “Only when we have guests.”
“I keep expecting to hear trumpets sound when she enters.”
He laughed. “I sometimes hear them in my head.”
His mother glanced at Sophie and then made a beeline for his table. “Don’t the two of you look comfortable?”
Gill pulled his arm to his side and straightened. “The filming just finished.”
