Olivia hadn’t heard the door opening, but she turned to see Mr Vega, Lillian and Mr Harker walking into the studio. ‘We’re over here!’ she called. ‘But how did you know where we were?’ Ivy asked as they drew near. Harker pushed his wild hair out of his face. ‘Big Kev said that he’d seen you coming in here.’ The name definitely suited him, Olivia thought, putting Wacky Walrus carefully back in his place on the display. ‘Everything is gravy for this summer’s filming,’ said Harker. ‘You two will be my leading ladies, and Lillian will chaperone, as well as acting as assistant director.’ ‘And I’ll be on set as much as possible,’ said Mr Vega, smiling at Lillian. ‘So we just need to finish the paperwork.’ Harker grinned. ‘And you’ll both be hugely famous!’ Olivia watched her sister. Ivy had a grimace on her face. She’s only doing it to help me, Olivia knew. And it’s too much to ask. ‘Actually,’ Olivia said, struggling not to cry. ‘I don’t think we’re going to be able to do it after all.’ This felt like her greatest acting challenge yet – not to crumple in front of this hotshot producer.
