I’ve also raided the lettuce, tomatoes, pickles, frankfurters, and all the cheese I can get my hands on. The catered food won’t taste quite the same as our usual diner meals. There are some ingredients I import from America, but the finished product will be as close as I can get to it.

At short notice, it’ll have to do.

I hope it’s enough.

Four

Delaney

George greets me at the gate at eight a.m. on Friday morning.

Pania stayed back at the diner to cook, with Trina serving customers. I’ve bought Jo with me to help prepare everything. It’ll be tight on both sides, but we’ll make it work. At least food here will be spread out buffet-style and we won’t have to do much once the final preparation is done.

“Here are your passes. Hold onto them afterward in case we need help during the production.”

I laugh. “I appreciate that.”

He hands us both a lanyard with a plastic tag that says contractor on it.

“If you park over there, the in-house caterers are setup nearby.” He points to the right of us. “They’re there to help if you need it too. I think they’re feeling a bit sheepish about not being ready for this.”

I shrug. “It’s all good. We’re mostly ready, but you said there were grills and hotplates?”

He nods. “Everything you said you needed is there.”

“Thank you. Hope the rest of your day goes well.”

He blows out a long breath. “I think it will.”

Driving through, I park where he indicated and start the process of removing everything from the car.

It’s all set up as promised, and the in-house caterers are really helpful.

By the time the food’s laid out and people are ready to eat, I let out a long breath and just watch.

I don’t want to look like a fangirl by asking about Josh, but I can’t help but scan every person who approaches, doing a double take at anyone who looks remotely like him.

You have to get this under control.

“Delaney.” George walks toward me with a big smile on his face. “Thank you so much again. This has been a real big hit.”

“I’m glad to hear it.”

“Can I ask you a question?” Jo speaks up from behind me.

“Sure,” he says.

“Are the two stars of the movie here? Can we meet them?” Jo asks.

I grimace. George glances at me, his lips quirking up. “No, they’re not here. They both fly in next week.”