if you dance on stage as good as you look tonight, you’ll be a sensation.’
‘I’m a bit nervous about meeting all these important people,’ Bonny confessed.
‘We’ll soon put a stop to that! You’re a dancer, so you stand tall, move gracefully and be yourself. Don’t try and make clever remarks, just be normal.’ She smiled wryly. ‘Take it from me, in the theatre there are too many people who make-believe twenty-four hours of the day. They will appreciate someone who doesn’t.’
The front doorbell rang. ‘That’ll be Mr Andrews for you,’ Amy said as she walked to the door. She paused. ‘If I was younger I wouldn’t mind going out with that young man. He’s gorgeous!’
And as Rob entered the front room, Bonny could see whatAmy meant. He had the stature and elegance of a dancer, and in a dinner jacket he did indeed look handsome.
He eyed Bonny with admiration. ‘You look lovely.’ He leaned forward and kissed her. ‘Are you ready? The taxi’s waiting.’
There was a small orchestra softly playing songs from the current shows on the stage of the room Peter had booked at the Savoy, and as Rob and Bonny entered he walked over to them. ‘My dear Bonny, you look amazing, just as a star should. Here, have a drink.’ He took three glasses of champagne from the tray being offered by a waiter. ‘Now, come with me and meet Jack.’
‘Jack?’ queried Bonny.
‘Yes, Jack Buchanan. He’s starring in a show with Elsie Randolph, who couldn’t come this evening.’
Bonny felt her heart race. Jack Buchanan was a major star in the theatre and in films as well. Her mother adored him and now she was about to meet him.
Peter put his hand on the arm of a tall man, immaculately dressed, with dark hair. ‘Jack, I want you to meet my up-and-coming stars.’
‘I’m delighted,’ the man said as he took Bonny’s hand.
‘My mother absolutely adores you,’ she said before she could think.
Mr Buchanan beamed with delight. ‘Is she here this evening?’
‘No, I’m afraid not.’
‘Then you must make sure I have her address before I leave and I’ll send her a signed photo.’
‘Thank you so much, that would make my mother’s day.’
Peter introduced Rob to the star, who said, ‘I know you by reputation, Mr Andrews. I will certainly look forward to seeing the show when it opens.’
The evening seemed to speed by. Bonny’s head was in a whirl as she was introduced to the upper echelon of the theatre. She had taken Rob’s advice and substituted orange juice for champagne after a couple of glasses.
She was more than a little surprised to see Lily Stevens at the party with an older man who was in conversation with Peter Collins at one time. Lily made a point of ignoring Bonny and Rob, which was a great relief to them both.
Rob was called away and excused himself, and Bonny stood alone for a moment.
‘Can I get you a drink, young lady?’
She turned and looked up into the piercing blue eyes of a tall man with dark hair who smiled softly at her. He raised his eyebrows in question.
‘That’s very kind of you, but no thank you. I don’t want any more alcohol, and frankly I can’t face another orange juice.’
He chuckled. ‘I know what you mean. Come with me,’ he said, and he took her by the arm over to the bar. ‘Two of your special fruit cocktails please, George,’ he told the barman.
‘Yes, Mr Gilmore, coming up.’
Bonny looked at the stranger with curiosity. ‘He seems to know you well,’ she remarked.
The man was amused. ‘Well, George knows my needs; he’s looked after me for quite a time. Giles Gilmore,’ he said with a slight bow of the head.
‘Bonny Burton,’ she replied, copying his bow.
The barman poured two drinks over crushed ice from a cocktail shaker and placed the glasses before them.
‘Chin chin,’ said Giles.
‘Cheers,’ Bonny replied and sipped the content of the glass. ‘This is lovely!’ Turning to the barman she asked, ‘What’s in
‘I’m a bit nervous about meeting all these important people,’ Bonny confessed.
‘We’ll soon put a stop to that! You’re a dancer, so you stand tall, move gracefully and be yourself. Don’t try and make clever remarks, just be normal.’ She smiled wryly. ‘Take it from me, in the theatre there are too many people who make-believe twenty-four hours of the day. They will appreciate someone who doesn’t.’
The front doorbell rang. ‘That’ll be Mr Andrews for you,’ Amy said as she walked to the door. She paused. ‘If I was younger I wouldn’t mind going out with that young man. He’s gorgeous!’
And as Rob entered the front room, Bonny could see whatAmy meant. He had the stature and elegance of a dancer, and in a dinner jacket he did indeed look handsome.
He eyed Bonny with admiration. ‘You look lovely.’ He leaned forward and kissed her. ‘Are you ready? The taxi’s waiting.’
There was a small orchestra softly playing songs from the current shows on the stage of the room Peter had booked at the Savoy, and as Rob and Bonny entered he walked over to them. ‘My dear Bonny, you look amazing, just as a star should. Here, have a drink.’ He took three glasses of champagne from the tray being offered by a waiter. ‘Now, come with me and meet Jack.’
‘Jack?’ queried Bonny.
‘Yes, Jack Buchanan. He’s starring in a show with Elsie Randolph, who couldn’t come this evening.’
Bonny felt her heart race. Jack Buchanan was a major star in the theatre and in films as well. Her mother adored him and now she was about to meet him.
Peter put his hand on the arm of a tall man, immaculately dressed, with dark hair. ‘Jack, I want you to meet my up-and-coming stars.’
‘I’m delighted,’ the man said as he took Bonny’s hand.
‘My mother absolutely adores you,’ she said before she could think.
Mr Buchanan beamed with delight. ‘Is she here this evening?’
‘No, I’m afraid not.’
‘Then you must make sure I have her address before I leave and I’ll send her a signed photo.’
‘Thank you so much, that would make my mother’s day.’
Peter introduced Rob to the star, who said, ‘I know you by reputation, Mr Andrews. I will certainly look forward to seeing the show when it opens.’
The evening seemed to speed by. Bonny’s head was in a whirl as she was introduced to the upper echelon of the theatre. She had taken Rob’s advice and substituted orange juice for champagne after a couple of glasses.
She was more than a little surprised to see Lily Stevens at the party with an older man who was in conversation with Peter Collins at one time. Lily made a point of ignoring Bonny and Rob, which was a great relief to them both.
Rob was called away and excused himself, and Bonny stood alone for a moment.
‘Can I get you a drink, young lady?’
She turned and looked up into the piercing blue eyes of a tall man with dark hair who smiled softly at her. He raised his eyebrows in question.
‘That’s very kind of you, but no thank you. I don’t want any more alcohol, and frankly I can’t face another orange juice.’
He chuckled. ‘I know what you mean. Come with me,’ he said, and he took her by the arm over to the bar. ‘Two of your special fruit cocktails please, George,’ he told the barman.
‘Yes, Mr Gilmore, coming up.’
Bonny looked at the stranger with curiosity. ‘He seems to know you well,’ she remarked.
The man was amused. ‘Well, George knows my needs; he’s looked after me for quite a time. Giles Gilmore,’ he said with a slight bow of the head.
‘Bonny Burton,’ she replied, copying his bow.
The barman poured two drinks over crushed ice from a cocktail shaker and placed the glasses before them.
‘Chin chin,’ said Giles.
‘Cheers,’ Bonny replied and sipped the content of the glass. ‘This is lovely!’ Turning to the barman she asked, ‘What’s in
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