‘Now, really, girls! Who is the journalist here? You or me? These probing questions really aren’t necessary.’ She called to someone off-screen whom the twins couldn’t see. ‘David! Bring me a napkin!’ She was busy wiping down her skirt.
Olivia felt laughter bubbling up inside of her. ‘Georgia? Did you even make it out on to the slopes?’
Their friend gave a deep sigh and gazed up at them. ‘All right, all right, I’ll admit it. I slipped while I was putting my ski boots on in the hotel room. Can you believe that?’ Georgia smacked herself on the forehead, knocking her head with the giant plaster cast. She rolled her eyes. ‘Wrong hand.’
Ivy scooted out of view of the computer webcam, squeezing her hand over her mouth. She tried to cover up her snort of laughter with a fake sneeze.
Olivia’s shoulders shook too but she managed not to laugh. ‘Excuse my sister.’ She shot Ivy a meaningful look. ‘She’s recovering from a very sudden cold.’
‘Sorry, Georgia,’ said Ivy, composing herself as she stepped in front of the screen again. ‘You were saying?’
Georgia rolled her eyes. ‘Yes, very funny, I’m sure. But with my injury, I can’t cover the Vampire Royal Wedding in Transylvania.’
Olivia furrowed her eyebrows.
Georgia must have noticed her confused look. ‘A journalist can’t write with a hairline fracture in her arm.’ That did sound unpleasant, but Olivia still didn’t understand what it had to do with them. ‘But it’s OK,’ continued Georgia. ‘I have the best back-up plan. Why don’t you two cover the wedding on my behalf?’
‘Cover the wedding?’ Olivia and Ivy asked in unison.
‘You would be roving reporters for VAMP magazine. I know you already have invitations, so it’s perfect. A young, fresh perspective.’ She paused. ‘So – how does that sound?’
Ivy wasn’t laughing any more. A chance at being a real journalist! Olivia knew how much that would mean to her sister. And VAMP magazine was sold in practically every BloodMart in the country. It was a huge opportunity. ‘Are you serious?’
‘Dead,’ replied Georgia. Olivia could see her personal assistant, David, in the background, smoothing cushions on a chaise longue. Clearly, it was nearly time for the star journalist’s afternoon nap.
‘Will you do it, darlings?’ she asked, as she climbed on to the chaise longue and David arranged an eye mask over her face.
‘We’d love to!’ the girls said together. Georgia gave a smile of acknowledgement and the window vanished from the screen.
‘I feel like bats are fluttering inside my tummy,’ Ivy murmured. Olivia knew this might be her sister’s big break into the journalism world. ‘Ivy Vega reporting from Transylvania . . .’ Ivy turned to stare at Olivia, her eyes wide. ‘I like the sound of that!’
‘It gets even better,’ said Ivy. ‘Olivia and I actually get to work together. Olivia’s going to take the photos and advise me on all the names of the dresses and things.’ She had her elbows propped on a table at the Meat and Greet diner, leaning in as she relayed every detail of her conversation with Georgia to Sophia and Brendan. ‘Isn’t that the most A-positive thing to happen?’
Brendan smiled, though Ivy noticed that it didn’t quite reach his eyes. He glanced away and Ivy paused while Sophia slipped out of the booth for some fresh napkins.
‘Everything’s OK, isn’t it?’ she asked him, once Sophia was out of earshot. ‘You’re sure you’re OK with me going?’
Brendan brushed a lock of hair from her eyes. ‘Of course I’m sure. I encouraged you, didn’t I? It’s just . . . I’d hoped this would be the most A-positive thing to happen to you.’
He drew a small velvet box from the back pocket of his jeans and put it down on the table between Ivy and himself. ‘It’s a little going-away gift.’
‘Oh, Brendan, you shouldn’t have . . .’ Ivy said.
‘Well, in that case!’ Brendan started to take the box back, but Ivy snatched it up before he had the chance. They both laughed.
‘Open it,’ Brendan said softly.
The hinges creaked as Ivy prised back the satin-lined lid. Inside was a small jewelled brooch in the shape of the letter ‘I’ in swirly lettering.
‘It’s perfect,’ Ivy breathed. She wasn’t obsessed with jewellery in the way Olivia was, but this was understated and personal. She couldn’t have asked for anything more.
‘I’d tell you you’re the perfect boyfriend, but I don’t want your head to get too big,’ Ivy said, as she pinned the brooch to her top. Sophia arrived back at their table, her eyes wide.
‘Brendan – did you buy Ivy the perfect gift?’ Ivy grinned as Sophia sat back down.
‘You sure you want to go?’ she asked Ivy, nodding at Brendan. ‘You’re really going to leave this guy behind?’
Brendan placed a hand over Ivy’s. ‘I wouldn’t have it any other way. Me and royal weddings . . . I can take them or leave them. Ivy and Olivia will have a riot without me.’
And afterwards? Ivy thought. What if she didn’t come back? She shook herself. Some things weren’t worth thinking about on days as happy as this.
The Meat and Greet was busy. Near the counter Olivia was standing with her best friend, Camilla Edmunson, who was adjusting her purple beret and yelling ‘Cut!’ Camilla was in the middle of making a short film that had become a full-on summer project. Olivia and Ivy had been offered acting roles, but the Transylvania trip had interfered. Not that Ivy minded; Olivia was more the thespian of the family. Much more! Ivy was not exactly natural on stage or in front of the camera. She remembered Camilla using the words ‘wooden’ and ‘painful’ when she’d given her feedback after her last acting experience.