Putting her phone down, Ella went to look through Callie’s clothes rail. She didn’t want to look too formal during her interview or too casual. Glancing out of the window, she noticed the black sky in the distance and within seconds the rain began to pelt against the windowpane, sounding like bullets. Ella pulled out a long woollen coat that crossed over and tied around the waist, and she accessorised it with a beautiful floral blue scarf. There, it didn’t matter what she actually wore underneath, this would be perfect, especially with the weather blowing a gale.

After a quick shower and a change of clothes Ella called in to see Dolores on her way out.

‘Dolores, you can’t eat cake for breakfast!’ exclaimed Ella, noticing Dolores tucking into a huge sugary slice of lemon drizzle cake whilst watching the morning news.

Dolores gave Ella a wicked smile. ‘At my age I can do whatever I want.’

‘Your little black book is like gold dust; the line-up is already amazing and I’m on the news at midday being interviewed about the event. I’m a little nervous but secretly excited.’

‘You have confirmed artists already?’ Dolores placed down her fork and her eyes widened under her long false lashes.

‘I do…’ Ella flapped a hand in front of her face. ‘And you’ll never guess—’

Immediately Dolores held up her hands. ‘Don’t tell me!’ she insisted.

‘What do you mean, don’t tell you! I’m bursting to tell you.’

‘I want to hear it on the news, just like everyone else.’

‘Dolores, you’ve just burst my bubble,’ claimed Ella, itching to spill the beans.

But Dolores was adamant. ‘I only have a couple of hours to wait.’ She sat back in her chair and scooped up another huge forkful of the cake. ‘Now go, before you tell me more.’

‘Sometimes, Dolores Henderson, you act like a diva.’

‘I know, and I should know better at my age.’ She gave Ella a wink. ‘But do pop back in on your way home. I’m just happy to have the opportunity to perform one last time, and I have you to thank for that.’

As Ella walked on to the High Street, she knew that Dolores really meant that from the bottom of her heart, and it made Ella extremely happy that she could make her last dream come true.

Thirty minutes later, Ella arrived at The Lakehouse. Thankfully the rain had stopped for now but judging by the sky, it wouldn’t be for long. She was greeted by Flynn who was amazed to learn that Ella had managed to secure some of the bookings in such a short amount of time.

‘You really were the right woman for the job.’ He beamed. ‘Brilliant work, well done you!’