Rose knew that Rusty was in love with her, and she liked him, too. She liked him a lot. He'd taught her to dance, and life had certainly taught her the value of a man who was gentle. He treated her well, made her smile, made her feel good.
But Rusty wasn't the prince of her dreams, and that tended to underline the unbearable truth: she was no closer to that Hollywood magic than he was.
Departure Manuscript: Rose and Rusty
