Luca was sitting in a director's chair. The electric fan was making the summer heat bearable, but couldn't cool the intensity beneath his chest. Christmas was walking again around the set, carefree and confident.
Like she never threatened him.
Like she never tried to confuse him.
Like she wasn't standing on his playground.
His eyes were following her around.
She chatted cheerfully with the production assistants. She carefully helped Charlotte, the makeup artist, with some boxes. She handed some papers to the assistant director with a smile that seemed to say she was proud of her work.
Christmas was a surprise today. She wore something different than usual — like the same pair of jeans, topped with an extra large T-shirt, or some oversized shirt that would have belonged in a man's cl
