of the set the words âFinger Foodâ twinkled upwards in pink neon flashing lights. This time she was going to ⦠she could barely allow herself to say the word ⦠This time she was going to present a daytime show. Even if it was an experimental pilot, it was still her show. And if Yvonne wouldnât let on that Finger Food was Bellaâs idea sheâd just have to put up with it. For now. She looked again at the studio with the new set design. Two rows of stacked seating had been laid out at one end for the audience. The brightly lit square where the filming took place was defined by black and white squares of lino on the floor ⦠There was brightly coloured kitchen equipment and a counter. She gave a little shudder of excitement. Bella guessed that behind the counter would be the usual mess of props rubbish and scripts. She took a quick peek and found she was right. A few apple cores, some electric cable and loads of coconuts. Sheâd have to be careful not to get tangled up, especially as she might be under pressure. What a leap! From unemployed to under pressure in one hour! There were three cameras in front of the set arranged to swivel in an instant to capture the audience looking enthralled and happy. If they looked bored or distracted the cameras could swivel swiftly away. She drove back the rising panic in her chest. This was hershow. She was going to make it work. In front of the âkitchenâ area were two sofas in bright yellow-and-pink stripes with shiny cushions in clashing greens and reds. Bella moved a few cushions and props before lining up the knives neatly and obsessively. She polished off a half empty crisp packet left on the counter to calm her nerves. The journey to the studio had been rushed to say the least. Sheâd managed to collect her pinstripe trousers from the dry cleaners only to discover theyâd been taken up too short and were also too tight. Her carrot-cake intake during the day had topped five large slices so it was no wonder really. After hair and make up no one will notice, she reassured herself. Bella was looking forward to all the extras offered to presenters. If she was lucky there might even be time for her to ask wardrobe for something to be ironed, like sheâd seen other presenters do. With a bit of make-up Bella felt sure sheâd look the part. There was a sudden clatter of high heels. One of the cameramen said, âHere comes sunshine,â to Bella under his breath. Bella turned to see Yvonne charging down from the upstairs gallery. She was wearing a black see-through blouse and black pencil skirt with clickety-click black shiny stilettos. Colour did not feature in Yvonneâs wardrobe. Even the bra was black. And as usual she was dressed in the kind of outfit which only pencil-thin people could get away with. She walked briskly up to Bella and blew air around Bellaâs cheek as a greeting. âYouâd better get changed then,â said Yvonne, grabbing all the cushions that Bella had just moved. She replaced them, tutting loudly, and did the same with the knives. âWeâre on in ten.â âWhat?â Bella had been determined not to let Yvonne throw her, and here she was, floundering in the first ten seconds. She had nothing to change into. She was wearing her outfit! âWhat about make-up?â Bella was horrified. Flair 4 Living TV never let a presenter on screen without make-up. Everyone knew a professionally applied lip line and gloss cheered up the grumpiest of guests. Bella could see Louise the make-up girl hovering with her bag of tricks at the back of the set. âWhat about Louise?â she added, breathing out in relief. âShe can do a five-minute fix.â But Yvonne was too quick for Bella. âSadly Louise has got to do all five presenters of Master Pet now, havenât you, Louise?â Louise looked surprised. âHavenât you, Louise?â