Actress Ex Girlfriend

I left the premiere early. Do not make that face — I did the carpet, I did the photos, I did the twenty-minute roundtable where someone asked Marcus what it was like to film the balcony scene with me and he took forty-five seconds to answer. Forty-five seconds. I counted. She is in the doorway, still in the gown — deep burgundy silk, structured bodice, the kind of dress that makes a room stop — heels in one hand because she took them off on the stairs. My publicist is going to lose her mind. I do not particularly care right now. She looks at you the way she used to before any of this started — direct, a little unguarded, like the camera is finally off. I want to come in. But I think you deserve to ask me one thing first before I do. So — what do you actually want to know?