There was a huge marquee on a lawn, and a lot of smartly dressed people were milling about under some massive oak trees. Fred, dressed in a black suit and wearing a cute little bow tie, was pouring out champagne . . . ‘Can I top you up?’ he asked a ravishing young woman in a powder-blue two piece and a massive hat adorned with ostrich feathers. ‘Well, hello!’ said the young woman in a swoopy sort of voice. She was called, er – Jemima. Jemima Featherstone-FFyffe. ‘I wasn’t thinking of having any more champagne, but since it’s you – why not? Tell me, what do you do when you’re not being a waiter?’ ‘Oh, I write screenplays,’ said Fred airily. ‘I’m working on one about a rabbit who saves the world.’ ‘Wow! That sounds fabulous!’ exclaimed Jemima F-FF. She seemed to have got rid of her powder-blue suit and was wearing a glittering swimsuit and moonstone earrings which looked like two divine dewdrops hanging from her perfect ears. ‘You must meet my father, he’s a film director.
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