“Right, I’m going to get the ball rolling,” said Natalie, taking the notepad and walking to the door. “Evey, thanks for doing this. And girls, you’re a stunning group. Beautiful, all of you. Break a leg.”
Evelyn walked to the door leading to the main room, which had a curtain across it. She sneakily peeked through a gap and saw the guests waiting for the show. Tom was right at the back of the room with his decks, waiting for her order to start playing the show’s track. In her left hand was the controller to the pyrotechnics, which would blast a shower of sparks every time one of them stepped onto the runway. She also had control of the smoke machine, which the installers had demonstrated earlier on in the day. God, she was so nervous. Her reputation and her company’s entire future was rel
