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Author: Emma Darcy

He laughed.”We definitely click on that point, my darling.” His eyes simmered with desire as he added,” You’re going to knock their eyes out when we walk the red carpet.”

She laughed, perfectly happy to have been his doll this time. He’d insisted on having her dress especially designed and made for her—a gorgeous emerald-green satin gown, to which he’d added a fabulous emerald necklace with earrings to match.

“Thank you,” she said.”You’ve made me look like a star.”

“You are a star, Erin. Always will be to me.”

She believed him. Everything he did for her made her feel special, loved and cherished as she had always craved to be.

The limousine came to a halt. The door on Peter’s side was opened.

“Showtime!” he tossed at her with a grin, and stepped out, ready to take her arm as she emerged from the back seat.

There was a sea of cameras, photographers yelling for their attention, television people wanting a quick on-the-spot interview. Erin smiled through it all.

They were ushered into the theatre to take their seats beside Zack Freeman and his lovely wife, Catherine, who were already there. Erin had become friends with both of them during the making of the film, and it was great to share the excitement of being here with them.

The people, the dresses, the amusing comments of the Master of Ceremonies, the thank-you speeches after each award was given out…Erin enjoyed all of it, though she couldn’t stop her nerves from getting quivery when the nominations for Best Animated Movie were being read out.

Clips from each movie were shown and her heart swelled with pride as she watched hers—the warrior king of Mirrima, summoning his winged horses to rescue the men who’d been trapped by the evil enemy on a mountaintop. The horses looked fantastic, their gorgeous wings fully spread as they soared towards the mountain. It was a beautiful movie, and it would still be beautiful, even if the award went to one of the others.

“And the winner is…”

She held her breath.

“…The Mythical Horses of Mirrima. Creative director, Zack Freeman, producer, Peter Ramsey, author and screenplay writer, Erin Lavel e.” All three of them erupted from their seats in wild jubilation—hugs, kisses, excitement running rife. Erin was grateful she had the two men holding her arms in support as they walked to the stage. Her legs were shaking. Zack, who’d done it all before, accepted the award and made a lovely thank you speech, saying, with a nod of appreciation to her, that he’d been privileged to be given a great story, because without one, a great movie could not be made.

Someone in the audience started shouting,” Author, author…”

The cry was taken up around the whole theatre and the Master of Ceremonies beckoned her forward, offering her the microphone. Erin was paralysed.

“Go on” Peter urged.

“I haven’t got anything prepared,” she said in sheer panic at the thought of taking this huge spotlight with not only a glittering crowd of stars watching her, but probably millions of television viewers around the world, as well.

“Speak from your heart. You can’t go wrong,” Peter assured her, giving her a gentle push forward.

Her feet somehow floated over to the podium. Her trembling hand managed to clutch the microphone. Her mind was in a frenzy, reciting, Speak from your heart, like a mantra.

“Thank you. Thank you very much,” she said as she tried to find the right words. The audience quietened down and finally other words came to her.”It’s a marvel ous thing for an author to see her story come to life in such wonderful colour and movement, and for that I will always be grateful to Zack Freeman for his creative artistry. But most of all, I want to thank my husband, Peter Ramsey, who was the driving force behind making it happen. I haven’t told him this, but while I was writing The Mythical Horses of Mirrima, he was very much in my mind and I based the character of the warrior king on what I thought of him. I love this movie…”

She turned and smiled at Peter.”…and I love this man, more than I can ever tell him. He is the king of my heart and always will be.” Then she beamed at the audience, sending out a rainbow of love to everyone.”That’s all I have to say.” The applause was deafening. She handed back the microphone and almost fled the stage with Peter hugging her tightly to his side.”And you’re the queen of mine,” he whispered in her ear as they made their way back to their seats.

She sighed, a blissful sigh of happiness.

Ever after, she thought.

Shewould have it with Peter.

They would both make it so.

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