Romy Sommer - To Catch a Star - A Royal Romance to Remember!

“So how did you hook up with a prince?” Nina asked from the make-up station at the far end of the trailer, where her stylist was busy creating an extravagant up-do with a wig and thousands of pins, a process that took over an hour every day.

Hook up . Such an American expression. It had never been like that for Teresa and Rik. Or even for her and Stefan. But she didn’t think this Hollywood actress, nice as she was, would comprehend relationships based on mutual understanding, on a common background, on shared ideals.

Tessa shrugged. “This is a small country. We grew up together.”

Christian studied her with narrowed eyes. “Los Pajaros is a pretty small place too, but I didn’t even attend the same school as the mayor’s kids, let alone play with them.”

She didn’t like that look. It was worse than the constant prickle. It was even worse than when he’d tried to flirt with her.

“You’re from Los Pajaros?” Nina asked, her already-big eyes growing rounder.

Christian’s jaw tensed, a sign so subtle that no one else seemed to notice. Tessa did.

“Robbie wanted you to come to set as soon as you’re ready. Shall I let him know you’re on your way?” she asked.

If she’d hoped for gratitude for rescuing him from an awkward conversation, she was disappointed. He nodded and rose from the seat, removing the protective napkins tucked into his collar, then waved for her to precede him out the door.

“Don’t go!” Nina called. “This is just getting interesting. Stay and tell me all about your prince.”

Tessa cast Christian a beseeching look but he was far less magnanimous. “Yes, stay Baroness. You can tell her all about how you went from dating a prince to slumming it here as my PA.”

Damn. He’d read the fine print in the article too.

By the time he stepped in front of the cameras each day, Christian turned into the Energizer bunny and there was no stopping him.

Especially when Dominic was around. They were like two little boys, egging each other on. Tessa learned to tell where they were on set by the sound of laughter.

Their pranks had become legendary. One of her tasks was to provide a steady supply of whoopee cushions and fake turds – and then there was the day she had to scour every pharmacy and supermarket across town for a very specific brand of condom that didn’t appear to exist. She was sure the errands were designed for her maximum embarrassment.

At least she found a ready supply of fake blood in the make-up trailer and saved herself a trip when Christian decided to prank the director into thinking Dominic had wounded him during rehearsal.

But that was by no means her least-favourite task. That honour went to screening Christian’s calls. While he was on set she kept his mobile, answered his calls and took messages. The press phone calls were a pain, but easy to deal with. She simply said “no” and “no comment” unless they were on the approved list.

The requests for charitable donations, memorabilia and signed autographs to auction, and the “please endorse my product” calls, were equally easy to deal with.

The incessant phone calls from women were not.

The worst of them was Christian’s publicist. The poor woman was clearly desperate to talk to him. He was equally determined not to. Instead, Pippa turned to Tessa as her confidante, pouring out her heart and the minute details of their affair.

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