sundress; her face seemed free from make-up and her blonde hair was scooped up in a ponytail. Big inquisitive eyes peered out from under a heavy fringe. She broke into a huge smile when she saw the dog.
âOh, look at you, mister!â she cooed, instantly taking him off me. âIs he yours?â
I introduced myself and Jim and Lucky and the curious crowd parted to let us through while Jim recounted the tale of Luckyâs escape from his owner.
âWell, I think this might just be our first photo opportunity of the day, Jim. Lucky and I, with Jim the dog rescuer. What do you think, Holly?â Suzanna beamed.
I was thrilled for Jim. He was pink-eared, besotted and overcome with happiness, and I left them in the festival office being looked after by Sheila just as Luckyâs owners turned up to collect him.
There was a bandstand ahead, which was currently unoccupied, so I headed for it. Sunlight still filtered through the ivy-covered roof but at least there was partial shade. I perched on the edge for a moment and massaged my temple. I had been exposed to the sun for almost four hours now, my neck felt sore and I had a sneaking suspicion that I was on the verge of a headache.
I checked my itinerary and cringed inwardly; goodness, I was supposed to have spent the last hour with the official festival photographer but I hadnât seen her since the ribbon-cutting ceremony. I was sure sheâd be fine; I had sent her a list of the pictures we needed, but even so, I felt bad for abandoning her. Never mind, I decided, getting to my feet, Iâd arrange to meet her at the indoor arena later for the start of the charity auction where she could take pictures of Lord Fortescue with the gavel in his hand. If all else failed, I would see her then.
Right now I needed a drink. If I didnât have water soon, my tongue would be hanging out like Luckyâs, not to mention the fact that I was feeling a bit light-headed. I set off in search of some water and was almost at the refreshment stall when there was a tap on my shoulder.
âHolly!â
I whirled round to see Jenny dressed in a purple polka-dot dress, her hair flowing loosely.
âIâve never seen those before!â I grinned, pointing at her bare legs.
âIâm front of house at the outdoor restaurant,â she explained. âNo need for chef whites today.â
âBut no pockets for hidden treats,â I said, pulling a sad face.
âNo.â She folded her arms. âIâm not in the mood for treats, anyway. Do you know weâve only got eight bookings for lunch?â
Eek, that was low.
âI didnât know that, no.â I sighed.
âCan you do something about it, do you think?â
âUm . . .â I thought briefly about Ben making me promise not to tackle every problem by myself, but then I remembered what Pippa had said at my interview: the Fortescues were the public faces of Wickham Hall and today Ben was doing his job. It was up to me to do mine.
âIâll go back to the festival office and print out some flyers to hand out at the ticket booths,â I offered. âThat should spread the word.â
âThanks,â she said flatly.
âJenny,â I smiled, making an effort to be upbeat, âitâs only eleven thirty; thereâs plenty of time yet and donât forget that Lord Fortescue is coming with two guests.â
Jenny shrugged, unimpressed. âAll right, eleven. Still not enough.â
âAnd as soon as passing trade sees those lucky eleven diners, theyâll be snapping your hand off for a table.â
She cocked her head. âBut there isnât any passing trade,â she said sarcastically, âbecause you made the restaurant secluded and exclusive. Remember?â
I swallowed. To be fair that was Benâs idea but I didnât want to drop him in it. I opened my mouth, hoping that something soothing would emerge but instead my
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