Page 17 of Unscripted with Mila

I tried not to laugh at the word.

Destiny was what happened to other people.

Right?

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MILA

I stared at my reflection in the mirror, touching my lips with a trembling hand.

He kissed me.

Nicholas Scott.

He kissed me and held me tight in the pool, his passion and desire evident.

And I kissed him back.

Me. Mila Morrison. I kissed the object of every fantasy I’d ever had, and he had no idea who I was.

I was the girl in the pool.

Not the writer of the character he would play in the film.

Not the little gofer he ordered around earlier.

I was just the girl in the pool who teased him.

I wondered how he would react when he realized they were all the same person.

A knock at my door brought me out of my musings, and I answered it, smiling at Andi.

“Hi. Almost ready.”

“You look tired.”

I shrugged, brushing off her words. “Up early. I didn’t sleep much either. Huge scene playing in my head.”

She frowned. “You need to stay rested.”

I shut my eyes at the worry in her voice. “I’m fine.”

I reached for the hoodie, then paused. “It’s just a casual breakfast, right?”

“Yes. We’re having breakfast with Amber at the studio, then we’ll drop by the set for a bit, and tomorrow you get introduced.” She grinned. “You can wear your hoodie today and be incognito, but tomorrow, you are A.M. Archer.”

I was wearing a pretty T-shirt and capris, but I felt better with my hoodie over top. I knew tomorrow would be different and part of me was dreading it, but it was the reason I’d come, so it had to happen.

I pulled on the soft cotton but left it open. I pulled my hair into a ponytail and sighed. “Okay. Ready.”

We were quiet on the drive to the studio. We met with the director, Amber, and I liked her right away.

“Mila or Amelia?” she asked. “Which do you prefer?”

“Mila,” I responded. “My family only says Amelia if I’m in trouble.”

She chuckled. “Gotcha.”