It was more of an exercise to open her eyes to the world he inhabited, the one she was so quick to judge. If they both got a little pleasure out of it, good for them. Or rather, me. His producer had raised eyebrows at the thought of a film critic on set, moreover being an extra, but Sean persuaded him otherwise. “She hasn’t been my greatest fan of late. The budget is so tight with this production any good publicity will help. A sneak peek will do wonders, I promise you.” His producer acquiesced. Whether from Sean’s words or the rather obvious crush he had on him, Sean didn’t know and didn’t particularly care. He was getting his way. Hence, why Melanie Beckford, critic for Epic Magazine and all-round film bible was dressed as a barefooted fairy and dusted with glitter. He nearly started beating his chest, King Kong-like but that would indeed give the game away. She followed the assistant director who formally introduced them. Sean didn’t take his eyes from Melanie, her skin as smooth and polished as an acorn.
