She dusted her cheeks with sparking blush and coated her eyelashes with Lancôme mascara. She rubbed shimmering lip gloss on her lips and dabbed her wrists with Estée Lauder’s Lovely.
She pinned her hair with a ceramic clip and glanced at her watch. She had an early morning call and didn’t want to be late. They were filming the scene at the Mouth of Truth and she couldn’t wait to ride through Rome on a shiny red Vespa.
She grabbed her purse and remembered Philip’s kiss at the Fountain of Four Rivers. She shouldn’t have kissed him when she still thought about Whit and should be concentrating on Roman Holiday. Then she flashed on sharing raspberry cheesecake and talking about love and books and movies. There was something about Philip that made her feel secure and happy.
She heard a knock on the door and wondered whether maid service arrived early. She opened the door and saw a man wearing a navy blazer and beige twill slacks. His dark curly hair touched his collar and his chin had a faint stubble.
