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After ju about three feet in the air with shock, Savannah felt like kissing the ground the girl was about to walk on ‘If you could just get me into this dress…’ Savannah kneas a lost cause, but she had to try

‘Don’t panic,’ the girl soothed

Savannah’s saviour turned out to be a physiotherapist and was using the tones Savannah guessed she must have used a thousand times before, and in far more serious situations to reassure the injured players ‘I’ not to panic,’ she admitted ‘But I’m so late, and the fact remains you can’t fit a quart into a pint pot’

The girl laughed with her ‘Let’s see, shall we?’

The physio certainly knew all there was to know about ratefully when she was finally secured inside the dress ‘Don’t worry, I’ll be fine now,’ she said, wiping her nose ‘That’s if I don’t burst out of it—!’

‘You’ll have a fair sized audience if you do,’ the girl reminded her with a smile

Yes, the croound up like a druh ride if anything rong out on the pitch

As the physio collected up her things and wished her good luck, Savannah stared down in dismay at the acres of blood-red taffeta It was just a sha place Madaed for the fabric collecting around her feet to be redistributed over her fuller figure But it was too late to worry about that now

‘You’d better get out there,’ the girl said, echoing these thoughts, ‘Before you miss your cue’

Don’t te whether it was possible to breathe, let alone sing, now she was pinned in Barely, she concluded She was trapped in a vice of couture stitching from which there was only one escape, and she didn’t fancy risking that in front of the ide television audience She’dabout Ethan Alexander rather than here on the pitch where he would alh

But…

She braced herself

The fact that she could hardly s, Savannah told herself fiercely as she tottered deterown secured with safety pins, made for someone half her size

Here goes nothing!

CHAPTER TWO