“said Mrs Ryan at breakfast the next morning. “I spoke to your Auntie Janet last night after you’d gone to bed and told her all about the ballgown and the play. She’s agreed to help me put it together, Bel, and suggested we bring the pattern and everything with us when we all go up to London.” Annabel promptly spilt milk down her sweatshirt. “Auntie Jan’s going to help? Oh, Mum, that’s fantastic.” “Hey, watch it!” The milk was still dripping, and Katie was trying to keep her sleeves out ...of the way. “Bel! Wake up and look what you’re doing, will you?” Becky dived for a cloth to wipe up Annabel, and Mrs Ryan just stared resignedly at the state of the breakfast table. Annabel ignored the carnage around her entirely, and concentrated on the important issues. “Auntie Jan’s so good with clothes and stuff – my dress’ll be perfect!” Her mother made a face. “Well, thank you too, Annabel.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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