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Authors: Carla Caruso
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I don’t know she’d talk to you.’
‘Who?’ Winnie pressed, her stomach fluttering with anticipation.
‘Alice Bevan.’
The butterflies decelerated to slow circles. ‘Sorry . . .
who
?’
‘Well, she’s changed her name to Allira Becci now. Guess she thinks it’s more exotic, like, you know, Portia de Rossi’s really Amanda Rogers.’
Winnie dropped her fork noisily onto her plate. ‘You mean Allira Becci, the international model? She’s from
here
? And her real name’s
Alice
?’
Olive’s vigorous nodding resembled a bobble-head doll. ‘Yup and yup. Sometimes it’s surprising how many roads lead back to Kingston.’
‘She’d make a
fantastic
cover,’ Winnie exclaimed. ‘And she seems really sweet, too. A total girl next door. I’ve heard there are some salt lakes in the Coorong that would be cool for a fashion shoot. Surely the soft spot for her hometown could be a lure? I’ll contact her modelling agency. Might even make her homesick. She could do a shoot for us on the way to visiting family!’
‘Yeah . . . it could work,’ Olive said doubtfully.
Winnie was unperturbed by the ad manager’s tone. She could feel the journalistic buzz kicking in – she was finally making inroads. ‘Anyone else spring to mind who might add a bit of glam to the magazine?’ Winnie asked hopefully.
‘Actually,’ Olive steepled her fingers, ‘I did hear Kingston’s most eligible bachelor, Chester Wyatt, has signed on to do the next season of
The Farmer Wants a Wife
. Apparently his brothers put his name down without him knowing. It’s still meant to be a bit hush-hush, though.’
Winnie thumped the table excitedly. ‘That’s brilliant. We could get the exclusive before the official word gets out. Nice one again, Olive. Your ideas have been pure gold today. I should have grilled you earlier. So, what makes this guy Kingston’s most eligible bachelor anyway?’ The title might have even gone to Alex, if he weren’t so cagey. And unkempt. So very different to media magnate Grant.
‘Chester’s a seventh-generation cattle farmer, and absolutely loaded.’ Olive batted an eyelid. ‘A real
stud
meister, and not too shabby-looking either. But he is notoriously shy – bit too quiet for my tastes. His number’s in the phone book, but he’s not the type to hang around, answering the blower.’
A groan escaped Winnie’s lips. ‘Great. So how am I supposed to get a hold of him?’
‘Hmm.’ Olive drummed her fingers on a copy of the
Coastal Herald
, which she’d opened on the table for inspiration. ‘Aha!’ Eyes lighting up, she spun the rag in Winnie’s direction, tapping a coral-painted nail on the lower half.
Winnie squinted. ‘Are you gesturing at the ad about the beef field day, or the phone-sex line one?’
Olive rolled her eyes heavenwards. ‘The beef field day one. They’re like shop windows for cows. This one’s at Chester’s best mate’s farm tomorrow. He’ll be there for a chinwag for sure. And
that’s
where you could lasso the guy and charm him into an interview.’
Winnie gulped. The thought of being surrounded by majestic creatures destined for the dinner plate was more than troubling – it was her worst nightmare, but she had to keep in mind the magazine’s looming deadline.
‘I guess I could go,’ she said faintly.
Her phone buzzed on the table, startling her. She checked the screen and all her muscles tensed when she saw it was Christa. ‘I’d better take this.’
Roughly seven minutes later, she terminated the call, feeling as usual slightly battered and bruised from the earbashing. ‘Well, looks like we’ve got a magazine launch party to organise.’
‘A party – cool!’ Olive’s eyes gleamed. ‘Better start planning my outfit.’
Winnie was less excited. Christa, naturally, would want every detail perfect. Which added another pressure on top of having a gazillion pages to fill for the launch issue.
Resting her head in her hands,
‘Who?’ Winnie pressed, her stomach fluttering with anticipation.
‘Alice Bevan.’
The butterflies decelerated to slow circles. ‘Sorry . . .
who
?’
‘Well, she’s changed her name to Allira Becci now. Guess she thinks it’s more exotic, like, you know, Portia de Rossi’s really Amanda Rogers.’
Winnie dropped her fork noisily onto her plate. ‘You mean Allira Becci, the international model? She’s from
here
? And her real name’s
Alice
?’
Olive’s vigorous nodding resembled a bobble-head doll. ‘Yup and yup. Sometimes it’s surprising how many roads lead back to Kingston.’
‘She’d make a
fantastic
cover,’ Winnie exclaimed. ‘And she seems really sweet, too. A total girl next door. I’ve heard there are some salt lakes in the Coorong that would be cool for a fashion shoot. Surely the soft spot for her hometown could be a lure? I’ll contact her modelling agency. Might even make her homesick. She could do a shoot for us on the way to visiting family!’
‘Yeah . . . it could work,’ Olive said doubtfully.
Winnie was unperturbed by the ad manager’s tone. She could feel the journalistic buzz kicking in – she was finally making inroads. ‘Anyone else spring to mind who might add a bit of glam to the magazine?’ Winnie asked hopefully.
‘Actually,’ Olive steepled her fingers, ‘I did hear Kingston’s most eligible bachelor, Chester Wyatt, has signed on to do the next season of
The Farmer Wants a Wife
. Apparently his brothers put his name down without him knowing. It’s still meant to be a bit hush-hush, though.’
Winnie thumped the table excitedly. ‘That’s brilliant. We could get the exclusive before the official word gets out. Nice one again, Olive. Your ideas have been pure gold today. I should have grilled you earlier. So, what makes this guy Kingston’s most eligible bachelor anyway?’ The title might have even gone to Alex, if he weren’t so cagey. And unkempt. So very different to media magnate Grant.
‘Chester’s a seventh-generation cattle farmer, and absolutely loaded.’ Olive batted an eyelid. ‘A real
stud
meister, and not too shabby-looking either. But he is notoriously shy – bit too quiet for my tastes. His number’s in the phone book, but he’s not the type to hang around, answering the blower.’
A groan escaped Winnie’s lips. ‘Great. So how am I supposed to get a hold of him?’
‘Hmm.’ Olive drummed her fingers on a copy of the
Coastal Herald
, which she’d opened on the table for inspiration. ‘Aha!’ Eyes lighting up, she spun the rag in Winnie’s direction, tapping a coral-painted nail on the lower half.
Winnie squinted. ‘Are you gesturing at the ad about the beef field day, or the phone-sex line one?’
Olive rolled her eyes heavenwards. ‘The beef field day one. They’re like shop windows for cows. This one’s at Chester’s best mate’s farm tomorrow. He’ll be there for a chinwag for sure. And
that’s
where you could lasso the guy and charm him into an interview.’
Winnie gulped. The thought of being surrounded by majestic creatures destined for the dinner plate was more than troubling – it was her worst nightmare, but she had to keep in mind the magazine’s looming deadline.
‘I guess I could go,’ she said faintly.
Her phone buzzed on the table, startling her. She checked the screen and all her muscles tensed when she saw it was Christa. ‘I’d better take this.’
Roughly seven minutes later, she terminated the call, feeling as usual slightly battered and bruised from the earbashing. ‘Well, looks like we’ve got a magazine launch party to organise.’
‘A party – cool!’ Olive’s eyes gleamed. ‘Better start planning my outfit.’
Winnie was less excited. Christa, naturally, would want every detail perfect. Which added another pressure on top of having a gazillion pages to fill for the launch issue.
Resting her head in her hands,
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