‘With those lights at least I won’t be able to see any of the medallion men bidding to have dinner with me—if any of them bid, which I doubt.’
‘They’ll bid,’ Tess assured her. ‘Now, get out there and strut your stuff, Ms Wabbit!’
‘What will you give me for this plump rabbit, ready for the pot?’ Jay-Dee said again in a slightly hysterical tone as he glanced repeatedly into the wings.
‘Here goes nothing!’ Jen declared, knowing she couldn’t put off her entrance any longer.
She felt exposed in the spotlight. Her satin suit was cut like a particularly revealing swimming costume. High on the leg, it left very little to the imagination, paired with flesh-toned fishnet tights, and stratospheric heels. Even Jen had to admit that with her long red hair left flowing free beneath her bunny ears the effect was startling—if a little different from her normal, understated-to-a-fault self.
‘Here’s to you, Lyddie,’ she murmured as the stage lights blinded her.
Jay-Dee, who was dressed in garish eighties flares and platform boots, gasped with relief as he rushed to lead Jen centre stage.
‘You look beeeoootiful,’ he gushed as the crowd went wild.
‘I look ridiculous,’ Jen argued, laughing. Getting into the mood of the night, she struck a pose.