Evelyn nodded in agreement.
“Aren’t the models supposed to be here by now?” asked Natalie, who’d finished serving the last of the guests. “I’m going to get the kit out of my car. You’d better find them, honey; they might be wandering around looking for us.”
Tom saw the worried look on Evelyn’s face. He saw her looking down at her mobile phone.
Evelyn’s calmer heart started racing once more.
“I’ll be back in a minute,” she replied. According to the voicemail, the modelling agency’s owner was angry at the event being cancelled at the last minute, and was still going to charge the football club for the models’ time, whether they worked or not.
“You look like you’re about to faint; you’re really pale. Do you want to sit down?” Tom asked when she returned.
“I’m fine, Tom,” she replied, “h
