Hannah glanced across the room, where Lynne was holding court with several of Lake Eden’s most personable would-be Romeos. “You’re right. I didn’t notice it before, but Tracey looks a lot like Lynne.”

“Lynne?” Andrea looked surprised at her sister’s use of the star’s first name. “Don’t tell me you know her, too!”

“Of course I do. I went to college with Ross and Lynne. We lived in the same apartment building, right next to each other.”

“Oh, Hannah!” Andrea reached out to clasp her sister’s hand. “I’m so glad you went to college!”

“I take it that the knowledge of English Literature I brought back to Lake Eden with me is not the primary reason.”

The color rose in Andrea’s cheeks and she looked slightly embarrassed. “That’s not fair, Hannah. Of course I’m proud of you because you know a lot about books and things like that. But what I really meant was

”

“That’s enough,” Hannah interrupted her, and smiled a bit to take the sting out of her words. “I know exactly what you meant. You want me to use what influence I have with Ross and with Lynne to get the part for Tracey.”

“That’s true. I know it might sound a little cold-blooded, but everyone uses the contacts they make, and their contacts use them right back. That’s one of the first things I learned in real estate college.”

“Right. I’ll do what I can, Andrea. I think Tracey would be perfect for the part. How about the teenager who’s playing Amy? Does she look like Tracey, too?”

Andrea glanced over at the table where most of the cast was sitting. “I think she does, but judge for yourself. Her name is Erica James and she’s sitting right next to Dean Lawrence.”

Hannah looked over and gave a little gasp.

“What’s wrong?”

“She’s giving Dean Lawrence a very steamy look and he’s giving it right back to her. And on top of that, she’s practically sitting in his lap! How old is this Lolita-in-training anyway?”

“Lolita?”

“It’s a novel by Nabokov.”

“Oh, that Lolita. I think we had to read it in high school.”

Hannah’s eyebrows shot up. She doubted that very much, but she didn’t bother to correct her sister.

“Anyway, you asked about how old she is,” Andrea picked up the thread of their conversation. “I asked Michelle and she said fifteen. See that woman sitting next to her?”

“I see her,” Hannah said, eyeing the attractive woman sitting next to the wayward nymphet.

“Well, that’s her mother,” Andrea went on with her explanation. “Her name is Jeanette, and Michelle says she’s here to supervise Erica and make sure she doesn’t get into any trouble.”