twenty-eight
After a panic-filled week of gruelling rehearsals, Elizabeth was as ready as she’d ever be for the festival. On Friday afternoon, she emptied the entire contents of her wardrobe onto the bed, trying to decide which outfits would be most suitable to wear in her first ever public appearance as a backing singer. The majority of her clothes seemed wholly unsuitable: old-fashioned, dated and motherly. She needed something trendy and hip, but had no idea exactly what.
Eventually, she decided to enlist the help of Melody. The two of them whizzed round the shops purchasing leather trousers, a tight-fitting pencil skirt and matching top, trendy ripped jeans and a figure-hugging dress. And when Elizabeth was distracted, Melody slipped a couple of sexy bras and knickers into the basket
