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Every day, before filming, Lacey applies her makeup. Every day, after filming, Lacey smokes in the alley with Calla. Like planets in orbit, they find each other during every gap and break in the schedule.
The season had been a lot, so far. She was certainly glad to have seen the back of Cersei. She had been difficult for everyone to work with. Her husband had gone out sooner, but the glimpses Lacey had got of their marriage weren’t exactly promising. It seemed wildly unstable, but that was hardly her business. Not now, at least.
She liked Samwell, though. It was a pity the pressure had got to him as it had, but he had made a good showing of it, and left well-liked, unlike many.
Varys was good to gossip with. She appreciated that in a man, and there certainly had been a lot to gossip about. All kinds of rumours had swirled around, some more substantiated than others. She had made eye contact with him across the room when Petyr had mentioned his girlfriend, and they had then discovered she was 19.
All in all, it had been messy thus far, as ever. A lot of arguing, a lot of shouting, insults flung back and forth. Some had been extreme enough to necessitate multiple people’s intervention, even without the physical fight that had broken out once.
It was a lot of work for Lacey, and she had to maintain her professionalism. Be the immaculate Maître D’ she could be. Calla helped, a lot. She made the hard days more bearable merely by her presence. Lacey treasured every moment they spent together, and especially those when it was just the pair of them, usually in some back alley.