Skye Brown quickly helped Molly Wellington change into her clothes, and she freshened up herself before heading out.
Her mind was all jumbled up now, and she wasn't sure if the assistant who called was Millie or Gracie Adams.
But no matter who it was, she dared to bet.
Given these two young girls with their minds full of gossip-filled talents, they must have started spinning a sensational romance novel of at least a million words upon discovering the call was from Norman York.
"Oh dear, we're running out of time, Molly, let's drink some milk and have a piece of toast to tide us over, alright? Once we reach the set, I'll ask Millie to buy you breakfast."
Skye Brown checked her watch while leading young Molly Wellington out of the bedroom.
Today's shoot can't be delayed no matter what; she's not a director who lets personal matters affect her work.
But lately, there's been so much trouble that, despite her reluctance, she has to admit.
