Robbie’s face appeared in my dressing-room doorway, grinning from ear to ear.It was the next day. Elise and I had managed to survive filming our final three scenes the previous day—an open set, just as Stuart had said—and now I was back at the studios the following morning, ready to film some scenes with Bella.“Cracked what?” I put down the mascara wand I’d been darkening my eyes with and beckoned for Robbie to come in.“The enigma that is Elise.” Robbie rubbed his hands together and threw himself down on my sofa, stretching his legs out in front of him.He looked like the proverbial cat that got the cream. My skin began to curiously prickle. “And how have you done that?” I asked lightly, turning to face my dressing-table mirror again.“She asked me out,” Robbie said simply.“But she told me she’d never date a co—” I paused, wand in hand, and looked at his reflection in my mirror. “Didn’t you ask her out once before?” I asked, aware that my hands had suddenly gone colder.“I did, and she said no,”
