Guinevere laughed. ‘Just you wait,’ she threatened.
Callie felt a prickle of unease as she sensed the easy familiarity and affection between them. Whoever had chosen the cast for this series couldn’t have picked a more perfect pair. The resemblance was uncanny.
Lancelot was watching her. ‘I thought you must be Elaine of Astolat, but obviously not. So why are you here if you don’t know anything about the series? And why do you call yourself Elaine of Astolat?’
Callie blushed. What had she said to him? Oh God, she’d told him she loved him! She’d kissed him — a perfect stranger! He must think she was seriously unhinged.
‘I can’t explain — at least, it’d take too long and you probably wouldn’t believe me anyway,’ she gabbled. ‘You go off to your rehearsal. Please don’t worry about me. I wa
