“Nick and Riley, meet Robeena, the evil wardrobe mistress of the theatre.” Robeena crossed her arms over her ample bosom. “You came to the wrong place, Alistair. Did you forget that I hate you?” “How could I forget with you sharpening fabric shears every time I enter a room? But you hating me doesn’t negate our deal. You owe me,” he said ominously. “See, babe? Maybe they’ll murder each other and forget about us,” Riley whispered to Nick.
