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goodness Teresa Hudson had believed in her and gave her a much-needed second chance. There had obviously been something in her performance that she liked. If only Gemma had that belief in herself, she thought.
    Looking around the room again, she saw a young man with dark, tousled hair. A pair of bright grey eyes sparkled from behind his glasses as he listened to Teresa talking about something or other. Gemma had seen him at rehearsals. He was the screenwriter and one of the producers, but he never said much. He had a kind face and a nice smile and seemed almost as shy as she was. There was another man just behind him, and Gemma suddenly caught his eye. He smiled, and his eyes almost disappeared into two happy creases. He had thick brown hair and looked as if he was about to cross the room to talk to her, but Gemma turned her back to him. She wasn’t interested in being chatted up. She had heard plenty of stories about on-set relationships, and they never ever worked out.
    She watched as a couple of actors came in from the terrace and approached the bar. They nodded at Gemma but didn’t start a conversation. She was glad, for there was only one actor there that interested her, and that was Oli Wade Owen.
    Gemma swallowed hard. Of all the actors in the world to play Captain Frederick Wentworth, why did it have to be Oli Wade Owen? She’d had a crush on him for as long as she could remember. All of her walls at stage school had been covered in posters of the young actor, and she’d gazed longingly at them, fantasising about playing Juliet to his Romeo or Cleopatra to his Antony.
    He was tall and classically handsome with soft blue eyes and thick blond hair that she just wanted to reach out and touch, but it was his smile that was his best feature. ‘The smile that stole a thousand hearts,’ the press had called it, because Oli Wade Owen was never short of a girl or two. Frequently photographed coming out of expensive restaurants and exclusive nightclubs, he was front-page tabloid news, and there was always endless speculation as to who was accompanying him.
    Gemma watched him as he chatted with Beth Jenkins. She was obviously enjoying the attention and was in full flirt mode. How could Gemma ever compete with the likes of Beth? she wondered. It was a whole other league of womanhood.
    But it was you Teresa chose for the lead role , a little voice told her, and it was true. She wouldn’t be surprised if she’d made a mortal enemy of Beth in the process, but nevertheless, here she was—about to act opposite Oli Wade Owen on a big-budget film.
    As Oli suddenly turned and flashed her a dazzling smile that almost melted the ice in her drink, Gemma still couldn’t believe it. She didn’t feel ready for this. The role of Anne Elliot was her first in a film, and she had the feeling that everybody was waiting for her to fail. Even worse, she herself fully expected to fail.

Chapter 6
    It was late by the time Adam left The Three Palms Hotel and headed back to his home in the Marshwood Vale. He had to admit that the party had been fun. He usually tried to avoid social situations. He was far more of a stay-at-home-with-a-bottle-of-wine-and-a-good-film type of guy, but he had enjoyed chatting with the cast and crew. Teresa, the director, although never the life and soul of a party, had nevertheless been fascinating, telling him about the ideas she had for the film and how she hoped to use Lyme Regis to its best advantage. She was also excited about the two locations Adam had found for Kellynch Hall and Uppercross but was a little concerned about the weather reports, which were promising rain, rain, and more rain. They’d just have to keep their fingers crossed.
    Adam had been delighted when he found Marlcombe Manor. He knew immediately that it would make an ideal Kellynch Hall, and he was thrilled when the owners and the film company agreed with him. Situated just five miles from Lyme Regis, the