Emma: Lights! Camera! Cupcakes! by Coco Simon

Author:Coco Simon
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Simon Spotlight

CHAPTER 7

Never Enough Hours in the Day

We were at the Fords’ for about an hour and a half—Mona did a final fitting on Romaine’s dress on the spot—and then it was time to go. We left everything neatly organized but out of the way, and Mona and Patricia promised they were on call until the event.

“See you Friday with the movie cupcakes,” said Romaine. “And I’ll see you some time Saturday morning, right?” said Romaine.

“Yup! Can’t wait!” I agreed.

Once we were safely in the van and out of the Fords’ driveway, Mona looked at me in the rearview mirror and said, “Okay, tell the truth: What’s up with the cupcakes for Saturday?”

“I . . . What . . . Wait . . .” I was speechless.

Mona grinned. “I knew it! I could tell by that funny look you got on your face when Romaine mentioned the cupcakes that something was up. Tell me everything.”

I figured it’d be okay to tell Mona and Patricia about the cupcakes since they already knew about the wedding. So I took a deep breath and explained to them as we drove back to my house about the ten dozen pastel-colored cupcakes Romaine expected for Saturday and how I’d have to bake, frost, and box them all on my own late on Friday night and on Saturday morning and how I couldn’t tell any of my friends and I felt dishonest doing business as the Cupcake Club when it was just me and how we now had these premiere cupcakes to do too, and so on and so on. By the time I finished, we’d been sitting in my driveway for five minutes and my mom had come out to make sure everything was okay. I’d waved her back in and said I’d be right along.

At the end of the telling, I sighed, and so did Mona and Patricia.

“Well, that is complicated,” agreed Patricia.

“Let me think about this overnight. I bet we can come up with a plan to help you,” said Mona.

“Thanks,” I said. “I think I can do it, but it’s just a lot. And I hate keeping secrets from my friends. Also, I don’t want to do a bad job, you know?”

“Running a business is very complicated; as much as I enjoy being on my own, it helps to have confidantes and coworkers to bounce things off. I can’t imagine doing it alone. Listen, I’ll call you in the morning. You’re not alone. And thanks for your help tonight,” said Mona, sliding a white envelope from The Special Day to me.

“Mona! I didn’t do anything! You can’t pay me to take a tour of Romaine Ford’s childhood home. I should be paying you!”

“Stop this silliness. I’ve never met anyone like you. You never want any of my money. Come on. Take it!” She flapped the envelope at me.

Patricia nodded. “Go on.”

I sighed heavily and took the envelope.

“That’s my girl!” said Mona with a cackle. “Never forget you’re a businesswoman! Don’t sell yourself short!”

“Thanks. And thank you for taking me.

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