Falling in love with Ms. Bennet

Chapter 17

Everyone was busy on the set. Crews in black running around the set, calling each other for assistance, arranging and angling the cameras to begin the shooting. James, on the other hand, was running around the set, impatiently looking for the lead actor.

"Where is-" James wondered, looking around for him in the set.

"James, where's Henry? The shooting will start within 5 minutes." The director asked, checking his watch.

"I am still looking for him but he'll be ready." James assured him. He already went to the dresser, the van, the restroom, but failed to find Henry. He looked around and sighed heavily when he got an answer in his mind.

"Damn it. This man." James said under his breath, finally found him in his car. He was expecting he would be with another woman, doing mischievous acts again, but as he got closer, he was surprised to see him reading a book. "Seriously, I've been looking everywhere for you."

Henry shifted his eyes from the book to James and grinned."That's sweet, James. I was just here the whole time."

"I told you to get in the van to get ready. Why are you here reading? Is that?"James snatched the book Henry was holding. He looked at the thick book and read the title of the cover in scripted form: The Last Letter.

"The Last Letter." Henry snatched the book back and began to read again.

He knew Henry read books but never from contemporary ones. "From Amanda Adams." James said, surprised, looking at the book and then to Henry.

"Yes. From Amanda Adams." He said, not even looking at James.

James crossed his arms together, his golden brown eyes stared at him, suspiciously. "You know, I'm starting to think this isn't about the game anymore. You don't put much effort to a woman you're not interested-wait." a sudden thought came to his mind.

Henry placed the book down, his eyes drooping and looked at James. "Hm?"

"Wait." James said slowly.

"Speak." Henry demanded.

"You like this lady, don't you?"

Henry scoffed and went back to his reading. "Please."

"No. No. No. I think you've taken a liking with this woman. You're reading her books. I thought you don't like her books."

Like that woman? Please. Henry shook his head, chuckling before he explained himself. "First of all, you are absolutely delusional and insane. This is all part of the plan: getting to know her. Second, this also works."

"Really?" James asked, doubtfully.

"Yeah. And actually, it is a nice book." Henry went out of his car and hand it over to James. "Why don't you try reading it. You might actually like it."

James watched Henry walk away from him and murmured. "Complete denial right there."

"And cut! That's a wrap everyone!" the director shouted, as he clasped his hands together. It has been 8 hours since they started the shooting. 

Henry walked towards the van to change his clothes. There were some crews having coffee and chatting with each other when he saw something that caught his attention. He paused, collecting his thoughts whether to approach them or not before he went to their table and got them tense and giddy.

"Hello there." Henry greeted them with his most charming smile.

"Hi." One of the crew said, weakly. Others were grinning with each other, trying to hide their giddiness.

"What do you have there?"Henry asked, pointing at the origami paper rose an Asian crew member was holding.

"This? It's a paper rose. I..just..made...this from...scrap..paper...while we were...talking." the Asian girl stuttered, bowing her head, her voice almost sound like a whisper.

"That's interesting. Can you teach me how?" He asked as he bend down to see a closer look.

The four girls have beams in their eyes. The Asian girl nodded her head quickly.

"Let's get in the van." Henry invited her, extending his palm towards the van as the Asian girl followed him while the other crew member were all grinning.

It was evening and Amanda was working with her novel. She was typing continuously and stopped when the doorbell rang. Who could it be? Amanda thought and got her eyes widen when she thought of Henry. The doorbell rang again and she was not sure if she should open the door. Maybe I should have a peephole.

It rang again the 5th time and this time, she got up and walk slowly towards the door. He must be bored again, that's why.

She slowly turned the door knob, expecting to see a man in a suit or sometimes in casual designer clothing, already grinning at her but was surprised to see another person.

"Good evening. Ms. Adams, right?" It was the same delivery man who brought the roses weeks ago. 

"Y-yes? Can I help you?" Amanda wondered what he was doing in her apartment.

"These are for you." the man handed her a bouquet of roses, yet this time they are white.

"But, I can't accept this. I'm allergic to-" She noticed they weren't real roses. They were made out of paper. She looked at the man, puzzled.

"There are from the same guy. You know, the real roses. He called me today and said to give this to you." The delivery man said, smiling at her.

"Oh. Can you tell me who they are from?" She asked.

"Sorry. I was told not to tell you. Saying, he wanted you to be surprised."

Amanda nodded slowly. "I see. Thank you."

"He must really like you a lot." the man smiled and left. Amanda closed the door, looked at the origami roses and smelled them. They are even made from scented paper, too. She smiled and remembered the first time she got one, although they were real. Anyone could have given her the plastic ones-which Amanda would definitely hate it because such things weren't done with effort but made out of paper? Wouldn't that be something? It's really sweet.

She noticed a note and got her eyes wide open as she read the written words in a very nice script handwriting:

I failed the first one. I don't intend to have a second.

-Henry Hudson-

Now, she knew who gave them.