Izzy purred. “It was brilliant…”“I don’t know whether we ought to hope Ali does come to the auditions or not,” Emily mused. “She’d probably be quite a good model – she’s so full of herself, she won’t mind prancing down a catwalk. And it would be fun bossing her around. But she might try and take over.”“I reckon she’ll have to come.” Poppy was gathering her stuff together for after-school club. “If she doesn’t, everyone will think she’s scared.”“Scared of us?” Izzy asked blissfully.Poppy grinned at her. “Yup. And she won’t be able to take over, Emily, because if she starts being a pain, you and Izzy can just sack her.”“I love this fashion show.” Izzy sighed.“Oh, good, I’m glad I’ve caught you girls. Look, here are your posters.” Mrs Brooker handed them a sheaf of bright posters, and the girls admired them delightedly. “You’re so clever, Poppy,” Maya said, stroking the glossy paper. “It looks great.”“Mr Finlay, can we put one up in here?”
