Page 34 of Unscripted with Mila

On occasion, I caught true sadness in his eyes. Heard it in his voice. I wanted to ask him, but I wasn’t sure I should. If he would tell me.

But I knew there was more to Nicholas Scott than he let people see. There was something deep and profound in his expression. His voice. Something he kept hidden.

I wondered if he had anyone to talk to about it.

I ran a hand through my hair. I had no idea how he would act around me today. How I would react to seeing him. What last night meant—if anything.

My phone rang, and I saw my dad’s number. I answered, forcing my voice to sound light.

“Hey, Dad.”

“Pumpkin. How are you?”

I rolled my eyes. “Let me guess. Andi called you.”

“She said you passed out.”

“I was nervous. I didn’t eat, and I’d had too much sun the day before. I’m fine. Feeling perfectly normal today,” I lied.

“Are you sure?”

“Dad,” I murmured. “I’m fine. Honest. Andi shouldn’t have called you.”

“I made her promise me she would if anything happened.”

“Well, you can stop worrying. It was the first incident in a long time, and I’m sure it will be the last. I got lazy,” I said, trying to brush it off.

“Was it meeting the cast? Andi said you and the lead seemed to strike sparks.”

“I was a bit overwrought,” I admitted. “But they were all so nice.” I ignored the remark about Nicholas, but Dad didn’t let it rest.

“And the lead?”

“I was shy,” I said. “I pushed for him so hard, and it was a big moment.” I laughed lightly. “I tossed my coffee at him by accident, so no doubt that made a big impression.”

“Are you sure? Mom and I can come down. Richard could be there this afternoon.”

“Dad, no. I am fine. I promise. Really, I wish you wouldn’t worry.”

“We’ll never stop worrying, Mila. You’re our baby girl.”

His words took away the annoyance I was feeling. I knew they worried. They did about all of us, but especially me.

“I know, and I love you for it, but really, I’m fine. I slept like a baby, and I already had a big breakfast. I plan on staying upright for the whole day.”

He paused, and I held my breath, hoping he bought it. I had slept like crap and hadn’t eaten anything so far.

“If you need us, we’ll come.”

“I know.”

I heard a knock, and I headed for the door. “Andi’s here. I have to go.”

“I’ll call tonight.”

“Okay.”

I opened the door, and Andi came in, studying me. “You’re still pale.”