Sure enough, the moment he took his leave—after turning to the four of them and shaking each of their hands in turn—they leapt into action.
So did Dee. Not giving herself the opportunity to chicken out, she pushed off from where she’d had one foot pressed against the tree trunk, and strode across the grass towards the marquee. Her ears buzzed a little from the volume of the music, having been so close to a speaker, but it was nothing she couldn’t handle.
When she was a couple of steps away, she took a deep breath before launching herself into the structure and coming to an abrupt halt next to Pink Hair, who started and looked up at her, wide eyed. “Oh, hello,” she said, a tiny frown line appearing between her dark eyebrows, “can I help you?”
Dee grasped the strap of her handbag and twis
