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strike?’
    So much for the dance distraction. Olivia wilted. ‘Yes and it bites.’
    ‘But look on the bright side. You now have a year to make sure you know the script backwards – and forwards, of course.’
    ‘That’s true.’ Olivia stood up straighter, a smile stretching across her lips. ‘I hadn’t thought of it that way.’
    Ivy wasn’t sure she was looking forward to a year of helping Olivia learn her lines.
The things I do for sisterly love!

     
    Ivy reached for a third helping of chocolate Marshmallow Platelets at the same time as Lillian. It was a favourite dessert for both of them and they were in a contest to see who could eat more.
    ‘I give in!’ Lillian laughed, letting her fork clatter to her plate. ‘You are a force to be reckoned with, Ivy.’
    ‘That she is,’ said Charles, raising his crystal glass to his daughter.
    Lillian folded her dark red napkin in a neat square on the table. Over dinner, Olivia had explained how she wouldn’t be needed on set that summer.
    ‘You’re not the only one suffering as a result of this whole writers’ strike ordeal,’ Lillian said, turning to Olivia. ‘It’s affected my job, too.’
‘Is there a bright side for you?’ Olivia asked.
    ‘Well,’ Lillian said, as her eyes flitted to Charles, ‘I’ll be staying in Franklin Grove until Hollywood reboots.’
    Ivy and Olivia shared a mischievous look. No way could they let this opportunity slide.
    ‘Ooooh!’ Ivy teased her father. ‘How romantic!’
    ‘It’s fate,’ Olivia chimed. ‘Just like that film where the couple have to share dinner because of a rainstorm. They think they hate each other, but really, they –’
    ‘Love each other!’ Ivy interrupted. ‘Ah, true love. Isn’t it the best?’
    Ivy couldn’t believe it, but her father was blushing.
Now I’ve seen everything!
    ‘Of course, I’m not one for anything too gushy, but I think it’s totally cool that you two –’
Olivia dug an elbow into Ivy’s ribs.
    ‘Girls!’ A smile threatened to crease the corners of Lillian’s mouth. ‘You need to quit teasing your dad.’
    Olivia slapped her hand over her mouth, her blue eyes nearly bugging out of her head. ‘Sorry,’ she mumbled into her palm. ‘Just kidding.’
    Charles cleared his throat, recovering his typical suave composure. ‘And I’ll be getting my own back.’
    Say what?
Ivy didn’t have a clue what her father meant.
    ‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ Olivia’s eyebrows pinched together.
    ‘Oh, nothing.’ Charles swished his hand through the air.
    ‘Come on, Dad,’ Ivy pressed. ‘What do you mean?’
    Charles smiled at his daughters. ‘A father has to have a few secrets of his own, does he not?’
Ivy wished the answer was ‘not’.

     
    ‘Pass the Buttercup Yellow, please.’
    Ivy tossed a bottle of nail polish to Olivia, who had just finished coating the nails on Ivy’s right hand in a deep shade of Vampy Violet. Ivy blew on her fingernails. She had a bad habit of smudging them before they dried.
    ‘So, what should we do for the holiday?’ asked Ivy between puffs. ‘Now that I won’t be catching up on the latest episodes of
Shadowtown
, that is.’
    ‘Good question.’ Olivia brushed a layer of the bright yellow polish on to her toenails. ‘I’m guessing you don’t want to join Charlotte in her quest for the perfect tan?’
    Ivy wrinkled her nose, studying the sheer white of her skin. ‘I’m thinking no.’
‘Right,’ agreed Olivia.
    ‘Maybe we could visit Aunt Rebecca on the farm, then?’
‘Now
that
idea, I love.’
    Aunt Rebecca was the only family they had on their mom’s side – their mom’s twin.
    Thinking about her mom always made Ivy sad. She had been a non-vampire and their dad, with his Transylvanian vampire heritage, had risked everything to marry her. But she’d died during childbirth and Mr Vega had cut off all contact with the human side of the family, thinking it would be for the best. Ivy and Olivia had only