Free [Churchminster #3] Wild Things by Jo Carnegie

players were setting up. A flamboyant jester complete with black-and-white face paint was busy tuning his lute strings.
    The place was already filling up with villagers and film people. A glamorous gaggle of girls stood in one corner chatting to the Fox-Titts, while several burly looking men stalked in wearing bomber jackets with ‘security’ emblazoned across the backs. Two urban-looking young men in skinny jeans and trilby hats stood by the bar eyeing up Stacey Turner, who was making the very most of her cleavage-enhancing outfit. The ale and Dom Perignon were flowing freely.
    ‘Calypso, you look stunning!’
    Camilla couldn’t keep the admiration out of her voice. Her younger sister was wearing skin-tight black leather trousers, which showed off every inch of her long legs, and a pair of gravity defying heels. Camilla looked down at her own plain black dress from Whistles. It was nice, but nothing spectacular. Maybe she should start taking a leaf out of Calypso’s wardrobe.
    Calypso grinned. ‘They’re bloody hot, though. I had to shoehorn myself into them, Christ knows how I’m going to get them off later.’ She looked uncharacteristically anxious for a moment. ‘It’s going all right, isn’t it?’
    ‘It’s fantastic!’ Camilla assured her. ‘I thought people might be well, a bit snotty, but I’ve already met the wardrobe mistress for Sophia Highforth in the queue for the loo. She was very friendly, and has offered to dress me if I’m an extra! And I’ve chatted to the assistant director. Pam, I think her name was. She was super nice, too.’
    Freddie Fox-Titt came up, two flutes of champagne in each hand. ‘Great bash, Calypso! Here, I thought you might be in need of some refreshment.’
    To their surprise, Calypso turned it down. ‘Thanks Freddie, but I need to keep a clear head.’ Over the other side of the room, Jack Turner was trying to get her attention. ‘Excuse me, chaps,’ she said.
    ‘Good lord, did I just see that?’ asked Freddie. ‘Your sister turning down a glass of bubbly?’
    Camilla giggled. ‘Calypso’s taking this all very seriously. She’s doing a fantastic job.’
    ‘I’ll recommend her to Tam Butler-Spinkworth for his sixtieth, he wants something with a bit of pizzazz.’
    ‘Calypso’s your woman,’ said Camilla. ‘I wouldn’t know where to start with something like that.’
    Freddie scanned the crowd. ‘No Jed tonight?’
    ‘He’s coming later,’ Camilla said. ‘Had to work late.’
    ‘There’s another one who’s putting in the hours,’ said Freddie. ‘Angie ran into Frances the other day and said they’re super-pleased with his progress. Thrown a lot at him, but he seems to be coping well.’
    ‘He’s doing a fabulous job,’ Camilla agreed. ‘What with Calypso working so much as well, it does make for an empty house, though. Sometimes I feel like I’m living on my own!’
    ‘Next time you’re on your own come to the Maltings for dinner with us,’ Freddie said kindly. ‘You know you’re welcome any time. Gives me a good opportunity to get out the fizz!’
    Camilla smiled at him. ‘Thanks, Freddie.’
    He put his glass up to clink against hers. ‘Here’s to a good night.’ Freddie took a sip. ‘I must say, I’m worried Angie might keel over if Rafe Wolfe does turn up. She thinks he’s the best thing since sliced bread!’
    Jed turned up not long after, freshly showered and looking gorgeous. He attracted a few looks from the film crew, and not just the girls.
    ‘Someone’s got the hots for you!’ laughed Camilla, as a short man with bleached blond hair and some kind of dog chain round his neck eyed Jed up for the umpteenth time.
    Jed looked quizzical. ‘What are you on about?’ He turned to see the man in full ogle. A playful look crossed Jed’s face and he gave his admirer a big wink. The little man looked pleased as punch.
    Camilla giggled. ‘Don’t lead him on! You’ll probably get accosted in the loos, now.’
    Jed drained