Wham! Someone ran straight into her – a person-sized flamingo-coloured blur.
‘Hey,’ Ivy started. ‘Watch where you’re . . . Olivia?’
The pink blur was her twin sister. And she was crying.
Ivy grabbed her by both shoulders, forcing her to stop. ‘What happened?’
‘My dress!’ Olivia spread out her dress to reveal a big upside-down u-shaped brown stain.
‘Oh no!’ Ivy gasped. While pastels weren’t her thing, her sister’s outfit was amazing. Or had been amazing.
‘And Jackson’s been summoned to walk the carpet.’ Olivia sniffled. ‘Alone.’
Ivy didn’t say another word and just wrapped her arms around her sister in a hug.
‘Thanks,’ Olivia said, pulling back. ‘I’m going to see if I can wash it off or something, so that I don’t miss the whole premiere.’
‘Do you want me to come?’ Ivy offered, knowing how upset Olivia must be about missing her chance to go public with Jackson.
‘No, don’t worry,’ Olivia said. ‘You go find our dad and make sure he’s not lost in the pet food aisle, wondering what’s happening.’
Ivy nodded. ‘See you inside?’ Even though Ivy wasn’t going to do the grand entrance, she and Olivia had arranged to sit together in the cinema. Olivia wanted Ivy there for moral support.
As Olivia nodded and hurried away, Ivy started marching up and down the supermarket aisles, looking for her dad. Just in front of the rows of checkouts, she spotted Jackson and Amy, hovering by the door, with a crew member peering at his watch.
Jackson waved her over. ‘Have you seen your sister?’ He tried to step towards Ivy but Amy was blocking his path back into the store.
‘I saw her; she’s a little upset,’ Ivy admitted.
‘I should go . . .’ he started but Amy cut him off.
‘Jackson, she’ll be fine.’ Amy kept looking through the big glass doors. ‘We need to go any second now.’
Just then, the Shaggy Guy from the soda aisle strolled up with two young men in ties following him.
Amy’s face broke into a big smile and she nudged the guy in the blue tie out of the way to approach Shaggy Guy. ‘Helloooooo, Jacob. So lovely to see you!’ They air-kissed.
Why does Amy care about some paparazzi man who is chasing Jessica around? Ivy wondered.
‘Hey,’ she said, when he glanced her way.
Amy gasped and Jackson’s jaw dropped.
‘Hey?’ Amy said. ‘Mr Harker is the head of the studio. You don’t just “Hey” the person who made this movie!’
Whoops! Ivy thought. How can this guy be the head of a studio? He looks like he needs help getting dressed in the morning. Ivy tried to smile without looking too awkward. ‘Uh . . .’
‘Amy, don’t be so establishment,’ he scoffed, whipping out a smart phone and starting to type on it. The young man that Amy pushed out of the way rolled his eyes.
Uh oh, Ivy thought. An anti-establishment man of Hollywood? I’m not even sure if that’s possible. Everything was just getting weirder and weirder.
‘I’ve already met this young star, and I like her attitude.’ His shaggy hair flopped around as he nodded enthusiastically.
Ivy blinked. Star?
Amy’s eyes almost popped out of her head.
‘She could be huge, man,’ said Mr Harker.