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me handle this one. So we’ve got to get it right.”
    Great. Pressure. I scratched at the icicle poking my neck and tried to be grateful for the tunic overlay. Without it, I’d only be wearing the cat suit.
    The AD tilted his head and frowned. “That cat suit doesn’t quite work.”
    No. Really?
    Cutter crossed his arms over his skinny chest. “It worked on Lorene.”
    Lorene grinned big and ran her hands over hips. “Yeah, it did.”
    The AD looked at my figure and then at Lorene’s. “She’s not Lorene.”
    Lorene grinned bigger. “No, she isn’t.”
    The AD gestured toward wardrobe. “Get her a delicate outfit. Something fragile. And take her hair out of those chopsticks.”
    Some of my tension eased.
    Cutter huffed out a breath and hurried me back to the costume area. “Powder, I need help. Hannah can’t carry off this look.” I’d like to say he muttered that, but his voice spread loud and wide.
    I didn’t care. Well, I cared a little, but I was so happy to shed the cat suit I smiled. Something Cutter found extremely suspicious.
    I returned to set fifteen minutes later wearing three layers. A white silk shift covered my lingerie. A violet-blue, tissue-thin dress came next and a short-sleeved white lace tunic embossed with pearls made up the third layer. My hair floated down my back. Iridescent shimmer highlighted my arms, cheekbones and eyelids. “Ready.”
    Lorene’s mouth twisted when she saw me, so I knew the costume worked. She turned back to Garrett, who’d joined the group, and started in on him about taking her light in their scene together. Garrett explained how his size blocked the spotlight from a wee thing such as herself. That appeased her, because Lorene fell to the more curvy side of lean and because it was probably true.
    The AD checked my appearance and nodded. “Pretty.” He pursed his lips and frowned. “Where’s the zipper?” He arched his eyebrows at Cutter. “I’m thinking I’ll have Max remove the dress.”
    “Excuse me?”
    “Excuse me?” Cutter echoed me and eyed my dress with affection. “That’ll look a darn sight better than him peeling you out of lycra.” He curled his lip. “Cat suit. Cat suits are so 2012.”
    I held up my hands. “No one’s peeling her out of anything. No one’s unzipping her out of anything.” I turned to the AD. “I need a script.”
    Lorene spun away from Garrett. “She’s such a diva.” She pursed her lips. “I’m going to say that in interviews.”
    “No. You’re not,” the AD and I said together.
    Garrett nodded. “Hannah has a point. Snow Queen is a mystical being, not a Friday night date in Max’s backseat.” He pointed at Max. “And Max...” He paused and switched to Max’s character name, lengthening the vowels with his Scottish accent. “Rogue is a warrior. A man who defies rules and realms.”
    “God, Garrett,” Lorene said. “I can’t understand you half the time. And, I’m saying that in the interview too.”
    Garrett pointed at Max, but spoke with a credible American twang. “He don’t need no stinkin’ zipper.”
    Max added another pillow behind his head and patted the satin sheets. “Let’s go.”
    Garrett made a tearing motion. “Rip it off her.”
    Shock hit me. Whoa. That’s not happening.
     

 

Chapter Five
     
    Cutter jumped in front of me, his arms straight out by his sides. “No! Not rip. Not with that dress. I can find her another one.”
    I held my palms up like they were kids trying to cross the street too soon—way too soon. “No.”
    Cutter backed me up another step. “That dress is one of a kind.”
    “My clothes are staying on.”
    Lorene shook her head. “She can’t carry that off.” She pointed to herself. “If anyone’s dress comes off, it should be mine.”
    Garrett rolled his shoulders. “When’s lunch?”
    Everyone talked at once, adding their issues, only half of which concerned the scene. The scene I hadn’t read.
    “Can I get a script?” I