Edie's Summer of New Beginnings: A fun-packed and laughter-filled romance about second chances (Padcock Village Book 2) by Ferry Kirsty

Author:Ferry, Kirsty
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Choc Lit Contemporary Romance: A Joffe Books Company
Published: 2023-09-20T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Day three of the hell that was Watercolour Wonders dawned with me peering out of the window and frowning at the weather. I hadn’t slept well, yet again, what with the revelation that my gran had Another Life which was far more glamorous than the one she’d played down for me; and the fact that Howard and Mrs Pom-pom — and, by default, Ninian and I — were rather more closely linked than I had initially suspected. All that combined caused me to frown at the weather.

Okay, so one can’t really frown at the weather, but one can grumble about the winds that are flapping around in the tree branches outside one’s house and rippling the village pond into gigantic tsunami-like waves. Well, maybe that’s a bit of an exaggeration, but you get the picture. Shona had told us we’d be assembling at the pond today, so I knew I had to head there and brave the wind.

I hauled myself out of bed, dressed deliberately inappropriately (for them, not for me), scooped up my hat-box and trailed along the road to Padcock Court. I smiled at Mrs Culpepper who lived up one of the side streets, and she glared at me and crossed the road, which was strange, but I shrugged it off.

I called into the corner shop to buy a bar of chocolate to see me through the day ahead, but just as I got there, the sign flipped over and Sally mouthed through the door, ‘I’m closed.’ Which was also odd, because she sometimes lets me slip in if I get there just on closing-time — and we were nowhere near closing-time — but her face told me I shouldn’t even try to get in today.

I was a little closer to Padcock Court when I saw Veronica, who organised the summer fete. ‘Oh, Veronica, I’m glad I caught you,’ I said cheerily. ‘About the fete . . . I was just wondering if we could have a spot next to the teas and coffees this year? Because people were complaining they had too far to walk with their cakes last year.’ I rolled my eyes in a “goodness me, some people” sort of gesture and Veronica scowled.

‘Don’t even bother turning up this year,’ she hissed and stalked off. I felt my cheeks grow red and hot as I watched her go. Charming. Had my painting been so crap that she didn’t want me there or what? Had she somehow seen the disaster that had befallen my artwork? The Smear of Doom? I felt a little uncomfortable, I should really apologise to her — it was a rather duff picture, and maybe didn’t reflect the fete too well with my squashed-up tables and the splodgy mess I’d tried to disguise. I turned to run after her, then heard a shouted greeting behind me and spun around. It was Ninian, jogging.

Jogging. I mean — jogging! We are polar opposites, no doubt about that. Why would anyone want to go

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.