‘Hey, it might be kind of cute,’ he teased.
Ivy let out a moan of pure horror.
Olivia took pity on her grumpy goth vampire twin. ‘Just kidding,’ she said with a wink. ‘My hair will be back to normal by tomorrow.’
‘Olivia?’ The twins’ vampire bio-dad, Charles Vega, crossed the room towards them, elegant as always in a tailored black suit. ‘Did you say you had some pictures to show us?’
‘That’s right!’ Olivia bounced up to hand over the camera. ‘I took photos all over New York City.’
‘Ah, New York . . .’ Charles sighed wistfully as he took the camera. ‘It’s been so long since I was there. Did you go to DeLucci’s?’
‘Um . . .’ Olivia frowned. ‘What’s that?’
Charles half closed his eyes with an expression of longing. ‘It’s a famous restaurant,’ he said. ‘They serve the most mouth-watering steaks I’ve ever eaten . . . I used to go straight from there to the Tea Room dance hall. Didn’t you even walk past it while you were filming?’
‘Sorry.’ Olivia shrugged. ‘I didn’t see either of those places. In fact, I’ve never even heard of them.’
‘Wait . . . that’s it!’ Olivia’s adoptive father, Mr Abbott, clicked his fingers as he walked over to join them. ‘I’ve heard of DeLucci’s and the Tea Room dance hall. But only in History Channel documentaries about the 1920s.’ He shook his head in obvious confusion. ‘Charles, both of those places you just mentioned closed down decades ago – well before either of us was born!’
Uh-oh. Olivia froze as she realised what had happened.
Her bio-dad was usually so careful . . . but the Abbotts were so much like family to him now, he must have forgotten that they didn’t know his Big Secret. How is he going to get out of this?
‘Uh . . .’ Charles blinked rapidly, looking more rattled than she’d ever seen him. ‘Documentaries! That must be it!’ He licked his lips, the fingers of his right hand tapping nervously against Olivia’s camera. ‘I . . . was up late the other night watching documentaries on old New York. The lack of sleep must have confused me.’
‘But you just said you’d been there,’ Mrs Abbott said, drawing closer. ‘You gave so many details . . .’
‘Yes. Well.’ Charles smiled weakly. ‘Do you know, for a moment I may have thought they were memories, but of course it must have been just a dream. Too much History Channel for me! Haha?’
‘But . . .’ Mr Abbott began.
‘Olivia!’ Lillian Vega stepped forwards quickly, shielding Charles from the others. ‘You have to tell me all about the production,’ she said, looking as excited as Ivy when a new Pall Bearers album was about to be released. Lillian’s job was as an Assistant Director on Hollywood movies – she had first met Charles when one of her movies filmed in Franklin Grove. ‘What kind of cameras were they using on-set?’
‘Um . . . black ones?’ Olivia shrugged, laughing as she sat back down next to Ivy.
Her stepmom frowned. ‘But were they film or lightweight DV? And what was the “FPS” rate?’
Ivy snickered. ‘From the look on Olivia’s face, I think you might as well have just asked that question in Latin!’
‘Sorry.’ Olivia smiled apologetically. ‘If I knew, I would tell you.’
‘Oh . . . of course.’ Lillian sighed. ‘I haven’t been on a film set since before the wedding. I was just looking forward to getting some good technical details. Never mind.’
‘Well, you know what us thespians are like when it comes to the nitty-gritty of production,’ Olivia said lightly. ‘It’s all magic and fairy lights to us.’
She was hoping to get a laugh . . . but Lillian only looked more depressed.
This is weird. Olivia turned to trade a worried look with Ivy. Their stepmom was usually upbeat around the twins and any guests – always the perfect hostess. What could be going on to make her so morose right now?
Brendan’s cellphone broke the awkward silence. He slipped it out of his jeans pocket, took one look, and immediately silenced the call. At the same moment, Lillian suddenly brightened.
‘What about the director?’ she asked. ‘I’ve heard Tom Taylor can be a bit of a perfectionist. Does he ask for a lot of takes?’
Finally, a question I can answer! ‘Ohh, yes.’ Olivia groaned. ‘The number of times I had to repeat the same action – just walking into a room, or hanging up a phone! Seriously, how can there be a wrong way to hang up a phone?’
‘Well . . .’ Lillian’s face lit up with interest. She leaned forward, as if to respond . . .
. . . But Ivy spoke before she could, looking straight at Charles. ‘Now that we’re all here and settled down, could you please tell us your “big news”?’
Olivia frowned as she saw her stepmom sink back, looking deflated at the interruption, but Ivy didn’t seem to notice. She was already turning to Olivia and the Abbotts to explain:
‘He’s been teasing us with this “upcoming announcement” for the last three days!’
‘Ohhh, that’s right.’ Olivia nodded. ‘You sent me that text yesterday saying he had big news, but you never told me what it was.’
‘That’s because he won’t tell anybody!’ Ivy growled.
‘Until now.’ Charles grinned. ‘If I may have a drumroll, please . . .’
Brendan made drumming noises on the coffee table with his fingertips, and everyone laughed, gathering close to listen.
Charles cleared his throat. ‘Several years ago, I hosted an exhibit of rare, Eastern European fashions at the Franklin Grove museum. It was quite popular at the time, and apparently some people haven’t forgotten it . . . so I’ve now been asked to curate and host another exhibit, on artefacts from the same region!’
‘Wow.’ Ivy shared a wide-eyed look with Olivia. ‘That is big news!’
‘Congratulations, darling,’ Lillian said, and turned to kiss him on the cheek.
‘Yes, what an honour,’ Mrs Abbott said warmly.
‘Good for you, Charles.’ Mr Abbott beamed. When he took a deep breath, Olivia rolled her eyes as Ivy grinned at her. Another one of Mr Abbott’s deep quotes was coming. ‘“What we are today comes from our thoughts of yesterday, and our present thoughts build our life of tomorrow: Our life is the creation of our mind.”’
‘Er . . . yes. Thank you.’ Charles bowed to the room at large.
Olivia was still fixated on what he’d said first, though. ‘You hosted a fashion exhibit? I wish I’d been living in Franklin Grove back then to see it!’
‘Really?’
