It was only Callie. If it was important, she’d leave a message. ‘It’s fine – my voicemail will catch it.’

The phone rang off then almost immediately rang again.

‘Someone wants you. Honestly, take the call.’

Her conversation with Callie left Ella feeling breathless with a flutter of excitement. This week was really turning into a week of highs and lows. She closed her eyes briefly to digest the information.

‘What is it?’ asked Roman. ‘Is it good news?’

Ella sucked in a huge breath. ‘Oh my God, it’s very good news. Nancy the TV director is coming back to The Lakehouse tomorrow to interview me.’ She was talking so fast, she was tripping over her own words.

Roman looked puzzled. ‘Why?

Quickly rummaging in her bag, Ella took out Dolores’ little black book and handed it over to Roman. ‘Take a look – go on, open it.’

Ella watched his face as he opened it up. The book went back years, naming every artist that had ever performed at The Lakehouse, alongside nearly every famous person in the music industry.

‘Bloody hell, Ella, where did you find this?’

‘It’s Dolores’. She kept it for all these years and in two weeks’ time The Lakehouse is going to hold the most prestige event… “A Trip Down Memory Lane with Dolores Henderson and Guests”, and I am organising the whole event.’

Roman looked as excited as Ella felt. ‘Tell me more.’

Ella told Roman all about Dolores being discovered at The Lakehouse, and how it had launched her career. ‘Flynn is hoping, with the publicity regarding Dolores, he can turn The Lakehouse around, remind people about the history of the place and jog people’s memories about how fabulous the restaurant is, and fingers crossed, word will spread like wildfire. Everyone loves to star-spot whilst they’re out and about, and if Joe Blogs off the street thinks he might see his idol… well, hopefully they will book The Lakehouse.’

‘I think you are all on to something.’ Roman looked impressed. ‘This could put The Lakehouse back on the map.’

‘The locals are also going to get involved with their own memories, maybe a screen in the background with old photos etc. There’s just one catch, though…’

‘Which is?’

‘It’s in two weeks’ time.’ Roman let out a low whistle. ‘Good luck with that, it’s a huge job that’ll take some doing, but you’ll be great.’

‘I don’t want to be just great; I would prefer to be brilliant, but I could only see that happening if I had someone on board who actually knows what they’re doing.’ Ella scrunched up her eyes and put her hands together in a prayer-like gesture. Daring to peep through one eye, she saw Roman smiling back at her.