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of people one minute and then to come back here and be totally alone.’

      ‘But you didn’t invite them in, did you?’ Danny asked, eyebrows raised.

      ‘No, of course not!’

      Danny breathed a sigh of relief. ‘Okay, it’s safe to surface.’

      Connie got up from the back seat and it was then that she noticed the newspaper on the seat beside her. She picked it up.

      ‘Oh, don’t bother reading that,’ Danny said a little too quickly. ‘There’s nothing in it.’

      ‘Danny, you’re a terrible liar,’ she said, opening the paper and staring in horror at the headline that greeted her on page three.

       Connie Alone!

       Stunning actress, Connie Gordon, one of the world’s most famous movie stars, attended last night’s ‘Cream of the Screen’ awards ceremony on her own. The 29-year-old actress recently broke up with fellow actor, Forrest Greaves, and it would seem that she’s not been lucky in love since …

      Accompanying the story was a photograph of Connie from the red carpet but, instead of printing one of the hundreds of pictures they must have taken of Connie’s famous megawatt smile, they’d published one of her frowning. It must have been the millisecond that she’d caught her heels on her dress. There was also a photograph of the heavily-pregnant Candy with the caption: ‘Expecting great things – the woman Forrest Greaves left Connie for’.

      ‘Goddamn it!’ she cursed and then her eye caught something else. It was a quote from her mother.

       ‘“Connie is devastated,” Vanessa Gordon told us. “She’d already started planning the wedding with Forrest”.’

      ‘They’ve interviewed my mother!’ she shouted.

      ‘I told you not to read it!’ Danny said from the front seat.

      ‘Why do they do that? Why?’

      ‘To sell more papers, that’s all.’

      Connie sighed. ‘Take me home,’ she said.

      ‘What? You don’t want to go running?’

      She shook her head. ‘I’m sorry. I just don’t feel like it any more.’

      ‘But it might do you some good. You know, pound it out of your system.’ He looked at her through the rear-view mirror and noticed the tears sparkling in her eyes. ‘I’ll take you home,’ he said.

      Once Danny had dropped her off, Connie kicked off her trainers and wandered through to her office. Her personal assistant had left her diary open on the desk and there was a planner pinned to the wall too. Connie glanced at it. She was meant to be starting rehearsals next week for her next film – and the thought of it made her groan.

      ‘It’ll do your career no end of good,’ Bob Braskett, her agent, had told her. ‘This is a real up-and-coming director. Teenagers really go for him. You’ll gain a whole new audience here.’

      There was also a magazine interview penned in, and two charity events. She sighed. If only she could get away from it all. If only she could escape!

      The telephone rang and made Connie jump. She didn’t normally answer the phone but, as her PA wasn’t in until later, she picked it up herself.

      ‘Connie!’ a voice drawled. It was Forrest Greaves.

      ‘What do you want?’ she snapped.

      ‘Aw, don’t be like that, sweetheart. You didn’t give me a chance to talk to you last night.’

      ‘Yeah? Well, I said all I wanted to say,’ Connie said.

      ‘Yeah, but I didn’t.’

      She sighed. ‘What do you want, Forrest?’

      ‘I want to say that I miss you,’ he said, ‘and I think we should give it another go.’

      ‘What?’ Connie couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

      ‘I miss you so much, honey.’

      ‘Don’t honey me! You’re about to have a child with that Candy woman, for heaven’s sake.’

      ‘That could be anybody’s child,’ he said. ‘Anyway, she means nothing to me. It’s you I want to be with.’

      Connie felt a shiver of disgust creep up her spine. ‘Forrest—’

      ‘Listen,’ he interrupted. ‘I know I messed up but I swear that won’t happen again. You’re my one and only, Connie. You know we’re right for each other. I know you do.’

      ‘But I don’t want anything to do with you, Forrest. I—’

      ‘I mean – come on – I’m an award-winning actor now. I’m right up there with you, baby. Just think about it – what a couple we’ll make. We’ll send Hollywood dizzy. They won’t be able to get enough of us! “Forrest and Connie”, “Greaves and Gordon”! Just imagine the headlines!’

      Connie slammed the phone down and let out a scream. How dare he propose getting back together with her when he’d treated her so badly and when he was about to become a father. Why couldn’t he just leave her alone? He really was the limit.

      She closed her eyes and took some deep breaths. She needed to calm down before she began hyperventilating.

      ‘Count to ten,’ she told herself as she breathed in through her nose and out through her mouth for a few steadying moments. ‘That’s better,’ she said. ‘Don’t let him get to you.’

      It was then that something caught her eye. Sitting in a neat stack on the desk was the latest fan mail left by her personal assistant. On the top was a curious pink and yellow checked envelope. Connie picked it up and looked at it. It was from overseas. Scotland!

      ‘It’s tartan!’ Connie laughed, slipping the letter out and unfolding it.

       Dear Ms Gordon

      It seems rather a long time since I last wrote to you and I’m so sorry! We’ve been very busy here in Lochnabrae. As you know, the fan club is going from strength to strength. We get lots of hits on the website and we even had a Connie Gordon season last month showing a film of yours each night at our village hall. We then voted on our favourite film – it was Milly in the Morning, by the way – and then Isla Stuart, who runs the bed and breakfast here, made a ‘Milly’ cake with pink and yellow icing. You’ll notice we’ve got pink and yellow stationery now too – my brother, Hamish, designed a Connie tartan based on Milly’s gorgeous dress in the film. I hope you like it.

      Connie took another look at the envelope and laughed. It really was very pretty.

       So, as you can see, we’ve been keeping busy. But that doesn’t excuse me forgetting to write to you and I just wanted to extend our invitation to you once again. You know you’ll always be made welcome here in Lochnabrae. It’s a beautiful part of the Highlands with mountains and rivers and our very own loch in which you can swim. (Well, about twice a year if it gets really hot!) We have a small bed and breakfast and Isla says you’d be made very welcome if you wanted to stay. She has radiators in all the rooms and hot water bottles aplenty if you come in winter. Or summer. And I’ve got a spare room too. That’s to say, most of the time – unless Hamish has too many at the pub and can’t make it home which isn’t often, thank goodness.

       I know you’re probably very busy in Hollywood with your films and stuff and we must seem like another planet to you but we’re a very friendly planet and we’d love to see you.

       All best wishes from

       Maggie Hamill

       (Administrator of the

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