The Baby Bridesmaid
The Baby Bridesmaid
Diane Redmond
A mini-series of four titles aimed at 6 – 8 year old girls on the theme of bridesmaids – a role that every little girl longs to play! THE BABY BRIDESMAIDElla’s bridesmaid’s role is usurped by her baby sister Gemma who dresses up and steals the show at her auntie’s West Indian wedding in Notting Hill.When the photographs are to be taken, no-one can fine Ella’s baby sister. Then the floats start to parade and who should be the fairy queen – Ella’s sister of course, in starring role!
For my sister, Kate, a great flamenco dancer!
Contents
Cover (#u4ea87bba-5a36-5344-8c8a-14896feffb04)
Title Page (#u08bbe413-c81d-5046-939c-2756efcde7f1)
Dedication (#ube3b1083-1024-5b02-a7da-7c261d178639)
Chapter One (#udebafe3e-5085-5cad-9642-f27776dc9d91)
Chapter Two (#u85f0155c-983e-5ca0-84da-b06451449388)
Chapter Three (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Four (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Keep Reading (#litres_trial_promo)
Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter One
When Ella Grant told her little sister that she was going to be a bridesmaid, Rosie had the biggest tantrum of her life.
“I want to be a bridesmaid too!” she screamed.
“But you’re such a baby,” said Ella. “No one wants a baby bridesmaid.”
“Listen, sweetie,” said Mrs Grant patiently.
“Uncle James and Tiffy are having four grown-up bridesmaids.”
“I am grown-up!” screamed Rosie. “And I want to be a bridesmaid too!”
Ella raised her eyes to the ceiling. Her little sister was such a drama queen. Rosie thought that by having a tantrum she could get exactly what she wanted, whether it was sweets in the supermarket or a brand new bike. Well this time Rosie Grant wasn’t going to get what she wanted! Tiffy and Mum’s youngest brother, Uncle James, were having four bridesmaids, four grown-up bridesmaids, and Ella was one of them. Not that she was that grown-up, in fact at ten, she was the youngest of the other three bridesmaids – her cousins, Coralie, Amber and Pearl – but she was a lot more grown-up than Rosie!
After five minutes Rosie had calmed down.
“She’s so cute,” sighed Tiffy.
“Sure she is,” laughed Uncle James as he swooped his youngest niece into his arms. “I’m going to buy you the prettiest dress for the wedding,” he promised Rosie who rewarded him with a big, sloppy kiss.
“What will we be wearing?” Ella asked Tiffy.
“I’ll show you on Saturday,” Tiffy replied with a wink.
The four bridesmaids were dropped off at the Pink Flamingo in Ladbroke Grove where Tiffy was waiting for them. As they tucked into their double-thick milk shakes Tiffy sipped a frothy cappuccino and talked about the wedding.
“We’re getting married during the Notting Hill Carnival,” she told them excitedly.
All four cousins gulped on their shakes. They’d been to the Carnival the previous year and knew just how busy the streets could be.
“How will you get to the church if the roads are blocked?” asked fourteen-year-old Coralie who was the oldest of the bridesmaids.
“Getting to the church isn’t a problem,” said Tiffy. “St Mary’s is off the beaten track, away from the main Carnival route. It’s getting to the reception that’s going to be the headache.”
“Where are you having the reception?” Ella asked.
Tiffy grinned. “Right here!” she announced. “In the Pink Flamingo roof garden. Do you want to see it?”
Five minutes later the girls were standing in the roof garden, staring in amazement at the trees and shrubs that flourished high up over the streets of Ladbroke Grove.
“This is fantastic!” cried Amber as they ran around the winding flowerbeds.
“And it smells so nice,” added Ella, standing under an archway of fragrant pink roses.
“Look, flamingos!” yelled Pearl.
In a large pond, shaded with bamboo and willows, pink flamingos preened their bright feathers, totally unconcerned by the noisy visitors.
“Isn’t it perfect?” sighed Tiffy.
“Cool!” said Ella.
Tiffy’s dress was in the window of Bride and Groom in Portobello Road.
“That’s what I’ll be wearing,” said Tiffy, pointing to a fantastic dress. “As it will be Carnival time, I want a dress to dance in! So, it’s a flamenco dress, you know, the sort Spanish dancers wear when they stamp their heels and click their castanets.”
The girls nodded, impressed. The flamenco dress had a bright pink, tightly fitted bodice with a long, tight, tight skirt made up of cream silk flounces trimmed with the same bright pink as the bodice. The mannequin in the window wore an amazing headdress. Tiffy told them she’d copied it from a picture of a Brazilian carnival queen she’d seen in a magazine. It was a mixture of exotic wax fruit and silk flowers that perched on top of the mannequin’s head. Then it swept down into a graceful curve which finished just behind the ear.
“The designer liked my outfit so much he asked my permission to display it in the shop window,” she added proudly.
“WOW! No wonder. It’s gorgeous,” raved Ella.
“Come on,” said Tiffy. “Your dresses are inside.”
Chapter Two (#u4ea87bba-5a36-5344-8c8a-14896feffb04)
The bridesmaids’ dresses were exactly the same flamenco style as the bride’s, only shorter and very brightly coloured.
“I asked the shop to order dresses in all the available colours for you to try on,” said Tiffy, nodding towards a least ten dresses that varied in colour from parrot green to deep mauve; sunshine yellow to raspberry pink. “Let’s just see which suits your skin colour best.”
As Tiffy and the assistant helped them into their dresses the girls giggled excitedly.
“We’re spoilt for choice!” cried Amber.
In the end the dresses chose the girls. Bright tangerine for Coralie, apple green for Amber, sunflower yellow for Pearl and sky-blue for Ella.
“My beautiful bridesmaids,” laughed Tiffy as they lined up before her like bright tropical birds. “You four are really going to make my Carnival wedding!”
As Tiffy and her bridesmaids walked along the High Street, with each of the girls clutching a Bride and Groom bag, they passed a big department store. Ella’s attention was caught by something familiar in the window. Several mannequins were on display wearing bikinis and sarongs but it wasn’t these that caught Ella’s eye. It was the small model in the middle wearing a turquoise dress and little pink pom-pom shoes.
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Diane Redmond
A mini-series of four titles aimed at 6 – 8 year old girls on the theme of bridesmaids – a role that every little girl longs to play! THE BABY BRIDESMAIDElla’s bridesmaid’s role is usurped by her baby sister Gemma who dresses up and steals the show at her auntie’s West Indian wedding in Notting Hill.When the photographs are to be taken, no-one can fine Ella’s baby sister. Then the floats start to parade and who should be the fairy queen – Ella’s sister of course, in starring role!
For my sister, Kate, a great flamenco dancer!
Contents
Cover (#u4ea87bba-5a36-5344-8c8a-14896feffb04)
Title Page (#u08bbe413-c81d-5046-939c-2756efcde7f1)
Dedication (#ube3b1083-1024-5b02-a7da-7c261d178639)
Chapter One (#udebafe3e-5085-5cad-9642-f27776dc9d91)
Chapter Two (#u85f0155c-983e-5ca0-84da-b06451449388)
Chapter Three (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Four (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Keep Reading (#litres_trial_promo)
Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter One
When Ella Grant told her little sister that she was going to be a bridesmaid, Rosie had the biggest tantrum of her life.
“I want to be a bridesmaid too!” she screamed.
“But you’re such a baby,” said Ella. “No one wants a baby bridesmaid.”
“Listen, sweetie,” said Mrs Grant patiently.
“Uncle James and Tiffy are having four grown-up bridesmaids.”
“I am grown-up!” screamed Rosie. “And I want to be a bridesmaid too!”
Ella raised her eyes to the ceiling. Her little sister was such a drama queen. Rosie thought that by having a tantrum she could get exactly what she wanted, whether it was sweets in the supermarket or a brand new bike. Well this time Rosie Grant wasn’t going to get what she wanted! Tiffy and Mum’s youngest brother, Uncle James, were having four bridesmaids, four grown-up bridesmaids, and Ella was one of them. Not that she was that grown-up, in fact at ten, she was the youngest of the other three bridesmaids – her cousins, Coralie, Amber and Pearl – but she was a lot more grown-up than Rosie!
After five minutes Rosie had calmed down.
“She’s so cute,” sighed Tiffy.
“Sure she is,” laughed Uncle James as he swooped his youngest niece into his arms. “I’m going to buy you the prettiest dress for the wedding,” he promised Rosie who rewarded him with a big, sloppy kiss.
“What will we be wearing?” Ella asked Tiffy.
“I’ll show you on Saturday,” Tiffy replied with a wink.
The four bridesmaids were dropped off at the Pink Flamingo in Ladbroke Grove where Tiffy was waiting for them. As they tucked into their double-thick milk shakes Tiffy sipped a frothy cappuccino and talked about the wedding.
“We’re getting married during the Notting Hill Carnival,” she told them excitedly.
All four cousins gulped on their shakes. They’d been to the Carnival the previous year and knew just how busy the streets could be.
“How will you get to the church if the roads are blocked?” asked fourteen-year-old Coralie who was the oldest of the bridesmaids.
“Getting to the church isn’t a problem,” said Tiffy. “St Mary’s is off the beaten track, away from the main Carnival route. It’s getting to the reception that’s going to be the headache.”
“Where are you having the reception?” Ella asked.
Tiffy grinned. “Right here!” she announced. “In the Pink Flamingo roof garden. Do you want to see it?”
Five minutes later the girls were standing in the roof garden, staring in amazement at the trees and shrubs that flourished high up over the streets of Ladbroke Grove.
“This is fantastic!” cried Amber as they ran around the winding flowerbeds.
“And it smells so nice,” added Ella, standing under an archway of fragrant pink roses.
“Look, flamingos!” yelled Pearl.
In a large pond, shaded with bamboo and willows, pink flamingos preened their bright feathers, totally unconcerned by the noisy visitors.
“Isn’t it perfect?” sighed Tiffy.
“Cool!” said Ella.
Tiffy’s dress was in the window of Bride and Groom in Portobello Road.
“That’s what I’ll be wearing,” said Tiffy, pointing to a fantastic dress. “As it will be Carnival time, I want a dress to dance in! So, it’s a flamenco dress, you know, the sort Spanish dancers wear when they stamp their heels and click their castanets.”
The girls nodded, impressed. The flamenco dress had a bright pink, tightly fitted bodice with a long, tight, tight skirt made up of cream silk flounces trimmed with the same bright pink as the bodice. The mannequin in the window wore an amazing headdress. Tiffy told them she’d copied it from a picture of a Brazilian carnival queen she’d seen in a magazine. It was a mixture of exotic wax fruit and silk flowers that perched on top of the mannequin’s head. Then it swept down into a graceful curve which finished just behind the ear.
“The designer liked my outfit so much he asked my permission to display it in the shop window,” she added proudly.
“WOW! No wonder. It’s gorgeous,” raved Ella.
“Come on,” said Tiffy. “Your dresses are inside.”
Chapter Two (#u4ea87bba-5a36-5344-8c8a-14896feffb04)
The bridesmaids’ dresses were exactly the same flamenco style as the bride’s, only shorter and very brightly coloured.
“I asked the shop to order dresses in all the available colours for you to try on,” said Tiffy, nodding towards a least ten dresses that varied in colour from parrot green to deep mauve; sunshine yellow to raspberry pink. “Let’s just see which suits your skin colour best.”
As Tiffy and the assistant helped them into their dresses the girls giggled excitedly.
“We’re spoilt for choice!” cried Amber.
In the end the dresses chose the girls. Bright tangerine for Coralie, apple green for Amber, sunflower yellow for Pearl and sky-blue for Ella.
“My beautiful bridesmaids,” laughed Tiffy as they lined up before her like bright tropical birds. “You four are really going to make my Carnival wedding!”
As Tiffy and her bridesmaids walked along the High Street, with each of the girls clutching a Bride and Groom bag, they passed a big department store. Ella’s attention was caught by something familiar in the window. Several mannequins were on display wearing bikinis and sarongs but it wasn’t these that caught Ella’s eye. It was the small model in the middle wearing a turquoise dress and little pink pom-pom shoes.
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Текст предоставлен ООО «ЛитРес».
Прочитайте эту книгу целиком, купив полную легальную версию (https://www.litres.ru/diane-redmond/the-baby-bridesmaid/) на ЛитРес.
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Diane Redmond
Тип: электронная книга
Жанр: Детская проза
Язык: на английском языке
Издательство: HarperCollins
Дата публикации: 28.04.2024
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О книге: A mini-series of four titles aimed at 6 – 8 year old girls on the theme of bridesmaids – a role that every little girl longs to play! THE BABY BRIDESMAIDElla’s bridesmaid’s role is usurped by her baby sister Gemma who dresses up and steals the show at her auntie’s West Indian wedding in Notting Hill.When the photographs are to be taken, no-one can fine Ella’s baby sister. Then the floats start to parade and who should be the fairy queen – Ella’s sister of course, in starring role!