Free Show No Mercy by Bethany Walkers

                                                       
    She went over to Adam.                                                        
     
    “The truth is mate, Adam Attenborough’s not my boyfriend. I never even knew him,” she confessed awkwardly. “The story’s gone so far that Mr. fucking Sandalwood has gone to arrange a party with Adam Attenborough as the special guest. But since I don’t know him, I need someone to act in his position.”                           
    “Right,” Adam said, standing up to face Billy. “Look Billy, you need more of an edge to your voice, and it needs to be normal. Look, I’ll show you the perfect Adam Attenborough impersonation.”              
     
    Adam composed his shirt and held his arm out for Billy to shake. “Hi, I’m Adam. Adam Attenborough.”                                                        
    Of course he got it perfect because he actually was Adam Attenborough, but Sophie didn’t see it that way. She jumped around with excitement.                                                                                                  
    “You must be Adam Attenborough at Sandalwood’s party, you’ve just got to. You’re impersonation is just so believable and realistic!” Sophie said cheerfully. She pat Adam on the back. Adam gulped.                                                                                                                
    “You will, won’t you?” Sophie pestered.                                                                      
    “Of course,” Adam agreed reluctantly. He just couldn’t turn her down. “My pleasure.”

 
     
    Chapter Seventeen
    Clearing the dance floor
     
    It was party day. Sophie had put an extra special effort into getting ready: she was wearing a gorgeous, glittery, shimmering red mini dress with pearl jewellery. She waited and waited for Adam to arrive. Well, she still thought he was Mitchell Anderson.                                                                                                                
    Mr. Sandalwood walked over. “Are you sure he’s going to come? Everyone’s waiting,” he said worriedly. He indicated to the massive amount of guests.                                          
     
    “I’ll phone him,” Sophie promised, and whipped out her mobile. But before she could start dialling Adam’s number Adam arrived in a cool super stretch black limousine. Sophie’s smile widened in delight, but she was angry at him because he’d arrived late.                                                       
    Adam was wearing a posh, expensive grey suit and he had his hand in his pockets.                            
     
    “Hiya babe! Looking gorgeous!” he grinned, pulling Sophie into a hug and kissing both her cheeks. Sophie winced at this closeness, pulling her eyebrows together in disgust. She quickly pulled away.                                         
    “Pleasure to meet you at last, Mr. Attenborough!” Mr. Sandalwood said, patting Adam on the back. “Now, let’s have dinner.”              
     
    Sophie grabbed Adam’s arm and ushered him to the dining table. There were hundreds of guests, all sitting around. They started cheering for dear life when Sophie and